I can't believe my best friend has to go away again. I get so bored without her, everyone in the neighborhood tells me it's for the best, that she's not stable and that I'm not safe with her, I always beg for them to give her one last chance. Of course, they just glare at me. 

She has been back home several times, each more chaotic than the last. Every time, it all starts again. The neighborhood pets go messing only to appear again dead and mutated in her room, pig blood being poured in the middle of the road, finding her in the woods saying she's looking for me, people say she's friends with me just to get me down with her. They say her disorder makes her lovable, makes it easy for her to fake normalcy, and to trick the doctors who care for her into thinking she is ready for rehabilitation ,That I will just have to put up with my boredom if it means staying safe from her. 

I hate it when my naive best friend has has to go away. It makes me have to pretend to be normal until she's back.