Bethany’s Lost the Plot, and Sharra Is Back to Save What’s Left”😟

 Bethany’s Lost the Plot, and Sharra Is Back to Save What’s Left”

Bethany’s Lost the Plot, and It’s High Time Sharra Intervened

Sharra hadn’t planned on coming back to this town, especially not to the house that once belonged to her and Larry. But now Larry lived here with his new wife—Bethany. And Bethany had clearly lost her mind.

Sharra stood at the gate, watching Bethany wave a frying pan at pigeons. “Leave, foul messengers!” Bethany shouted.

Sharra muttered, “Yup… she’s gone officially insane.”

Just then, Larry walked out, rubbing his forehead. “Sharra… you shouldn’t be here.”

“And you shouldn’t have married someone who’s casting spells at birds,” Sharra shot back.

Bethany turned, eyes wide. “Don’t let her inside, Larry. She’s been compromised!”

Sharra raised an eyebrow. “Compromised by what? Logic?”

Bethany pointed dramatically at the sky. “The Council of Seven Stars is listening. They told me you would come.”

Larry whispered to Sharra, “Please… help her. She hasn’t slept in days.”

Sharra sighed. “Step aside.”

Inside, the living room looked like a conspiracy show exploded—candles, maps, red strings, crystals, even a jar labeled ‘Emergency Moonlight’. Bethany followed them in, holding a notebook.

“They’re everywhere,” Bethany said. “The pigeons, the streetlights, even the toaster. They’re sending messages.”

Sharra faced her. “Beth, listen to me. You need rest, not a war with kitchen appliances.”

Bethany’s voice trembled. “You don’t understand. They said Larry is the key.”

Sharra glanced at Larry. “Wow. First time someone called you important.”

Larry sighed. “Sharra, not now.”

Bethany stepped closer to Sharra. “You left him. You gave him up. So don’t pretend to care now.”

Sharra didn’t flinch. “I care because you’re my friend. And because Larry called me at three in the morning saying you tried to salt the neighbor’s cat ‘for protection’.”

Bethany hesitated, her madness flickering into fear. “What if I’m right? What if they’re coming?”

“And what if they’re not?” Sharra said softly. “Either way, you can’t keep fighting alone.”

Larry sat on the couch, head in his hands. “Beth, please. I’m scared too. But not of them—of losing you.”

Silence filled the room.

Bethany’s eyes welled up. “I don’t know what’s real anymore.”

Sharra stepped forward and gently held her shoulders. “Reality is this—me, you, Larry… and the fact that you haven’t slept, eaten, or been okay.”

Bethany trembled. “Can you… stay?”

Sharra nodded. “I’m not going anywhere.”

Bethany finally sat, clutching a mug of tea Sharra handed her.

As Sharra blew out candles and removed strings from the walls, she whispered to Larry, “We’re getting her help. Proper help.”

Larry nodded. “Thank you.”

Sharra glanced back at Bethany—tired, broken, but finally quiet.

“Bethany may have lost the plot,” she said, “but I’m here now. And I’m not letting this story end badly.”