I haven’t talked about Peter in awhile. Peter was my hallucination. All mine. Although at the time, I didn’t know he wasn’t real.
I started seeing Peter in 10th grade. Weeks before I was diagnosed with Schizophrenia. He was dressed all in white with red hair. Peter would call me out of class and have me go to the nurse daily. He was a hypochondriac. He was always trying to convince me something was wrong in my body.
So I missed a lot of class because I was in the nurse or hiding in the bathroom.
Peter had a mean side to him. He told me to slam the janitor’s head into a locker because he accidently threw away my volcano project.
I also attempted to poison a girl because Peter told me to. Fortunately, it didn’t work. And I got suspended. I am glad I got suspended, I really didn’t want to hurt anybody, I felt if I were at home, I couldn’t act apon the awful requests Peter told me.