Schizophrenia.

Mr. Mean.

I sit cross legged. The moonlight made everyone look good.

The wind blows, making tons of noise. I plug my ears and look around. Why didn't anyone else hea-

Oh.

But what else do I hear? A loud banging noise. And what do I see?

A terrified look on Wyatt's face.

"Oh God," he mutters. "He's mad!"

The 'wind' stops blowing and I look at Wyatt. "Who's he?"

"Mr. Bean. I call him Mr. Mean." He laughs, but nobody else does.

The laughter quickly dies down.

"Why are you here?" Josh looks at Wyatt, and I want to kill Josh for asking that question.

Wyatt awkwardly looks down and it's silent, until, in a whisper voice, he says

"I'm a runaway."

And that's even enough for Bridget to look up from her phone.

"Oh." Josh bites his lip.

Wyatt was no longer a happy, funny guy. Now he was just...

Wyatt.

"You should go." He looks directly at me.

Bridget scoffs. "Woah. Rude." She rolls her eyes.

I stand up. "Will we meet again?" I ask quietly.

"Maybe." His eyes shine once again and Josh grins, grabbing his phone and standing up.

"Can you guys go to the cemetery tommorow, at midnight?"

That reminds me. I nod. "Yeah. Have you seen a black cat?"

Wyatt leads us to Midnight and I clutch her, not sure if I should be yelling at her for stupidly running away, or smiling because I have her back. "Thank you." I nod.

Mr. Mean's breath was filling the hall. Wyatt whispers quickly. "You have to go. See ya tomorrow." So Bridget, Josh, Midnight, and I sprint down the stairs, killing my ankle. We leave the 'abandoned' factory.

Panting, we all get in the car and Josh drives us home.

Before I get out, Josh grabs my wrist. "See ya tomorrow?"

"Yeah. See ya tomorrow."

I sneak into my room and lay in my bed, Midnight resting on my stomach. We fall asleep,

And dream about tomorrow.