A short story about a boy

1"He sees things." 2"What do you mean he sees things?" "1He sees things that aren't there." 2"Like what?" 1"Like people."
2"He sees imaginary people?" 1"Yeah." 2"That's weird." 1"I know." 2"I don't think we should be friends with him."
1"Me neither." 2"Do you want to talk to him?" 1"I'm not even sure he knows we are here." 2"Me neither."
1"Hey can you see us?" 3(no response) 1"Hey man are you there?" 3"No, I am here. I can see you."
1"Do you see anyone else?" 2"Yeah other than us?" 3"No, I can only see you two; why?"
1"We heard you see things." 3"What kind of things?" 2"People who aren't there."
3"People are not things. People are persons." 1"What if they don't exist?"
3"If they don't exist they are figments." 1"So you see figments?"
3"Yes. I do." 1"What do they look like?" 3"Real people."
1"Do you talk to them?" 3"When they speak to me."
1"Who talks first, you or them?" 3"It depends."
1"What does it depend on?" 3"My mood."
1"So they just appear?" 3"Sometimes."
1"Is it frustrating?" 3"Sometimes."
1"Are they obvious?" 3"No."
1"Am I obvious?" 3"No."
1"Am I now?" 3"Yes."
1"How so?" 3"Me."
1"You?" 3"Yes."
1"How?"
3"Me."


*A doctor*
" Mam I don't know what do about your son. It is a severe case."
*A mother*
"Is there anywhere we could put him?"
*A doctor*
"There are a few places, but for how irrational his behavior is they will not be 'kid friendly.'
*A mother*
"What am I to do with him?"
*A doctor*
"I will need your signature."
*A mother*
"Who will take care of him?"
*A doctor*
"The final decision is mine."
*A mother*
"Please be light on him. He's only a child."
*A doctor*
"Even my lightest choice is harsh for someone his age."
*A mother*
(sobbing)
"Oh God, why?"
*A doctor*
"I'm terribly sorry mam."
*A mother*
(still sobbing)
"I want to leave now."
*A doctor*
"Yes mam. This way please."
*A mother*
(sobbing less)
"Will he be by himself much longer?"
*A doctor*
"He will never be by himself."
(Doors close and people leave. The boy is alone in a room talking to figments who talk back. He will never see anyone real he loves again.
The boy is aware of this but can do nothing to stop seeing what he sees. To his mind they are real. To him they are not. He is trapped.)
*A boy*
(whispering)
"Goodbye mother, I love you."