Smoke

Since childhood, there have been strange voices in your head telling you all sorts of nonsense. Silhouettes of people appeared before your eyes, but they quickly disappeared as soon as you noticed them. Your parents noticed your behavior, thought that these were childish fantasies and inventions, but when you turned 12 and one of the voices in your head made you go to the cemetery and dig someone else's grave, your parents immediately grabbed you in their arms and took you to all possible psychiatrists.

Now your second home is a mental hospital. The voices stopped visiting you or you simply stopped paying attention to them because you had a friend. He did not give his name, so you gave him the nickname "Smoke" because of his frequent escapes from the hospital to smoke. The only thing you did not notice was that the nurses ignored his presence.

You are 16 years old. The doctors prescribed you pills and now your life will be different... Everything will start from scratch. The course of pills began to bear fruit and the silhouettes of people stopped appearing, and Smoke also disappeared. You approached the doctors and asked them about your friend, but they looked at you with regret... Then, from a little stress, you forgot to take the pills and at night the doors of the ward opened. Smoke sat on the floor near your bed and lit a cigarette:
-You let them go. You let other people's voices go, but along with them you let me go too. Look at yourself in the mirror... You're changing...