Man, Emily was crazy.

Of course, you meant that in the best and worst way possible. You and Emily have been best friends since freshman year, and have been inseparable since. Skipping school together, sleepovers, going to the mall, all that great stuff.

But lately… she’s been off. She’d told you 2 weeks ago she decided to quit her anti-psychotics. You told her it was obviously a bad idea, but she brushed you off and said it’ll be alright.

But now here you are, both of you in your bedroom. Emily is staring off into space as she sits on your bed, a confused and slightly worried look on her face. She was sweating a bit and fiddling with her fingers. “Uh…” She mumbled, directing her gaze towards you.

“I know this is gonna make me sound crazy, but… do you hear that?” Emily asks quietly, crawling towards you a bit. “It kinda sounds like… singing.” Is she… paranoid?