John Lockwood, enters into the room. The room has no mirrors, no windows, only a light, a fan, a bed, a brown cabinet and some medicine bottles on the floor. He sets his coat on the coat hanger behind the door, and sees a chair. His tall body, moves towards the corner as he reaches out for the chair. His white shirt, stretches as he reaches out.
He walks towards the bed, to see a teen. The teen looks up at him. He notices his facial features. Not like the average guys. He notices, his unusual brown hair. The stranger to him, has quite a good beard he must say, but he doesn't. What he avoids though is an eye contact.
John sees the teen unusual behavior. He doesn't make eye contact, but he's not surprised at that. He sits down on the chair, looks at him, before he picks up a file, gets rid of some dust off his blue jeans and places the file upon his lap. He opens the file and mutters - "Peter Hart, age seventeen, Schizophrenia?".
Peter, the teen, he looks at him. "That's what the people say, you know".
John, looks at him directly, but he sees Peter has made no contact. "I am not surprised, you speak of people, who have seem to never exist--", before John could finish his sentence Peter interrupts by saying - "Imagine, knowing some people for four, years, then they disappear due to some monsters, people call you out for having imaginary friends and now it makes you wonder, if you're the monster, or something else?".
John goes complete silent. He thinks about it for a moment before saying - "Or maybe you are schizo". Peter is still staring up the ceiling. "What should I call you?" he asks. John is taken a bit back by the question but answers - "John, John Lockwood". Peter, eyes narrows. He moves a bit, adjacent to one side of the bed. His medical clothes, shifts with his movements.
"John" Peter says, with a pause, "Would you really like to hear my story, I guess you probably, haven't heard of it?". John considers the proposal, and finally nods his head in agreement. Peter, doesn't look but can already tell.
"John, before I'll tell you, just remember, you cannot believe in me at all, do not believe". John feels the cold shiver down his spine. His thoughts clashes with one another, he thinks and thinks. Finally he agrees and says - "Proceed".
Peter smiles, his eyes widen, still staring at the ceiling.
Around 7 months ago..
"Yo, check this out"
"What is this man?"
"So basically I made a 3D replica out town and put like 3D miniature versions of us and embedded it into a website, so if you sign up to this website, you can basically contact with your friends, and let them know your location"
"Ahh, shit bro, that's sick"
"Yep, just got it on the internet, using some hosting services"
"Nice, so you're gonna stalk people through this?"
"Dude, c'mon"
Peter, stands next to his friend Phillip, who's checking out his new website, he has just created. Phillip, throws another can around his room, hitting one of the many soda cans they already drank.
Phillips, laughs, as he pulls his shirt down. Peter, looks at it the shirt. It's actually the band - "Queens" on i, he was surprised by this. He asked "Since when did you started to listen to Queens?".
Phillips turns around and answers - "Around a month, the songs are great and overall some are empowering, like "Don't stop till you get enough".
Peter rolls his eyes, he stretches out his arms and tucks his blue sleeves in. "You fake, that's Michael Jackson" Peter says.
Phillip, smiles and puts his arms up. "Okay, guilty" he says. Peter, smiles and says - "Oh really, or is it for Erika?". Peter smiles, and Phillips rolls his eyes.
"Whatever I am leaving" Phillips says, before he leaves his room. He goes downstairs and greets Peter's parents before leaving.
Peter, laughs while he watches him out of the window, leaving. "Oh.. that guy" he says, before he looks back at his laptop.
He sends a message in his group, related to the website he created and sends the link, telling them all to sign up. Finally he closes his laptop, cleans up his room.
His tired body falls on the bed and goes to sleep.