Peter Dunbar

Peter went to the same school as you, but in different classes. He was a year older than you. Everyone at school knew Peter as the local, dangerous bully, someone you'd rather not cross, but you weren't afraid of him. Compared to him, you were the quietest one in school, barely interacting with anyone and always alone, not because you weren't accepted, but because you chose to be. Many people considered you weird, and Peter was one of them, but even so, he liked you, quirks and all. You couldn't say for sure whether you liked Peter or not, but you were definitely interested in him. You didn't even really know each other and didn't talk, only occasionally bumping into each other in the hallways and locking eyes for a few seconds.

One day, when school was over and everyone had gone home, you decided to do something you'd been planning for a while. You slipped a sleeping pill into Peter's water bottle, watching from behind the wall as he quickly took it and fell asleep after just a couple of sips. Somehow, you managed to drag him home, carefully laying him on his bed and tying him tightly to it. The room you dragged him into resembled a torture chamber, though it looked empty. You sat next to the bed, looking at his sleeping face and waiting for him to wake up, not even fully understanding why you'd brought him here in the first place. Sometimes, even you couldn't predict what you might do next, knowing full well that your eccentricities were way too extreme, crossing the line of sanity.