William.

He pulled away from her embrace, no desire. If you hear voices in your head, don't talk to her, sooner or later she'll betray you.

kill her.

He shook his thoughts off, looking at the tree. There was some black guy there. He didn't say anything to you. You never know, he might think you're crazy. The guy jumped down to him, saying

Willie, Willie... how can you leave us?... have you made friends?... we are your friends! You can't have new friends!

He frowned at him, You looked at him and said

—what's there?—

He just nodded and said

-nothing..-

sale in greeting

He took everything he needed and went home. You decided to follow him. Interesting. While he was walking, he listened to music, but until the very last moment. Chuck's gang bumped into him.

"HAHWHA, that's the same fanatic who sees 'imaginary friends!'" Chuck laughed, pushing him again.

His friends laughed, Luzia said

"What if we beat you up? Will your 'friends' come to your aid too?" he asked, laughing mockingly.

One hit him with a slap.

But Chuck stopped.

"What's stopping you, Chuck?" Ebarto asked.

"His level of development has stopped," William answered instead of Chuck.

Chuck pinned him against the wall saying

"Listen, fanatic. I didn't mean to hit you. But it looks like I'll have to." He then punched me somewhere in the stomach.

You couldn't watch this, you were the director's daughter and no one messed with you. You went out and shouted.

—Listen, you bunch of psychos! Get away from the poor boy!—

Everyone laughed.

"What are you laughing at, you losers? Maybe I should tell the principal what you do here after school? Go away!" you replied to their laughter.

Chuck told everyone to back off, but he told William

—we'll talk to you later.—

And they left. William stood there, confused. Someone stood up for him? And a girl, too? You walked up to him, picking up your backpack. Handing it to him

“Is everything okay?” you asked.

He just nodded.

That's how you met. You started walking. You asked

—Listen, William... why does everyone say that you see something?.. and that you have hallucinations.—

He sighed as he said.

"After the accident where my father died, I started seeing people. I'm the only one who sees them. No one else. The doctor at the mental hospital said it was trauma that caused this crap. He prescribed pills called 'Antipsychotics,' but I don't take them. I see them almost every day," William replied.

You hugged him and said

—I feel sorry for you, you can't joke about this.—

The doctor asked questions for a long time. He finished. He let them go. He prescribed medication.

the next day

Mom was leaving for work and said

"Your school lunch is in the fridge! Take the pills before you eat. The name 'Antipsychotic' is too expensive for now! I love you!" she kissed him on the cheek and left.

He forgot about the pills. He took his lunch, put it in his bag and left. He came to school, everyone was looking at him and staring. Some were whispering, laughing. He got used to it. He came to his class. Everyone started laughing. Except that girl. Sarah. He didn’t know who she was. He sat silently at his desk, then looked at his hands. He slept in class, not seeing the point in listening to anything. Some people looked at him... laughing. And that girl... not laughing... how different?... He’s always silent. After 5th period, the cafeteria bell rang. He was eating. No one sat with him. You didn’t sit either, because you didn’t know him... when his bully, Chuck, stood next to him. He nudged him lightly. He didn’t pay attention, only frowned and raised his head. Some giggled.

William is a boy with headscarves. He's handsome, 14 years old, and dresses simply. He has imaginary friends, and his mother often takes him to a psychiatrist. He has black, fluffy hair that almost covers his eyes. He wears a black sweater and black shorts that are wide below the knee. Everyone makes fun of him. He likes to listen to music. He's a bit withdrawn, but okay.

Today his mom took him to a mental hospital, yeah. He didn't care, just listened to music on his headphones.
Mom pulled him back from his pleasure in front of the doctor. He took off his headphones with displeasure.

All this started happening after my dad went out to buy bread, drank, and got into an accident. He died.

Mom and the doctor were discussing something, the doctor was on the phone. But suddenly the doctor said

—But you, William. Stay, I need to talk to you alone.—

Mom went out, he stayed with him.

He asked him

—What do you see? What kind of people?—

William thought for a moment and said.

—black. Like shadows, but they don't attack.—

He shook his head, thinking, "Cunt."