Peter

Prologue

He was going to do it, he was going to jump. Peter sits on the ledge, looking down at the bustling roads. He didn't want to do this. But nothing mattered anymore, his days were an endless cycle of a alcoholic sister, bullies at school, and no one to hold him. It hurt to much he just wanted it all to end.

"Hi."

To his surprise a girl about his age was standing on the roof.

"My name is Emily, what's yours?"

"If you come any closer I'll jump!"

"It's okay really, I just wanted to talk.", she says as she walks to the ledge and sits down. Emily looks down at the bustling city with sad blue eyes, her curly black hair falling to her shoulders as she peers down. ,"That's a long way down."

"Yeah."

"So what are you into?"

"What?"

Her question perplexed him, what was she getting at? Peter was expecting her to yell at him for being depressed and call him pathetic or fight to prove that this horrid life is worth living. She seemed to be a nice girl and he could've sworn he had seen her before. Was it in class? Wait don't be curious, there's no point in making a friend when you'll die within the hour.

"I like to write."

"Really!? Me to! I'm the journalist at our school, the one who writes the school news...?", her excitement fades a little, "To be honest, I've seen you in class. I wanted to stand up for you but Ryan really scares me."

Ryan, the biggest bully in school, tormented Peter relentlessly. He was abrasive and heartless and Ryan was proud to show it. It didn't help that Peter was the nerd and a head shorter then Ryan. Peter wasn't like other kids or even the stereotypical nerd. Peter had freckles on his face and dorky glasses, he was into history and english but that was about it. He was aspiring to become a archeologist due to his fascination with artifacts. So of course when Ryan found a new target he deemed Peter to be his next victim.

"What's that in your pocket? It isn't...a suicide note?"

"No, it's a birth certificate.", Peter pulls out the piece of paper before handing it to her. ,"I'm adopted apparently."

"Your mom is the Teresa Lisbon? Like, captured Red John, Teresa!?"

"I don't think she'd want a mistake like me."

"Who called you a mistake?"

"My parents, well, I mean my adoptive parents. I may or may not have gotten into alcohol. They don't want me to come home."

"Do you wanna meet your real parents? She could be really nice."

"Well...I only have one thing to do today."

"Oh Peter this is going to be so exciting! I will warn you though, I am in love with Imagine Dragons and we will definitely listen to it on the way there."

His eyes light up a little.

"You like Imagine Dragons?"

"Well of course! I can't wait for their next concert!"

"You were there to? I was up at the front."

"The front? Aw man you're so lucky! I was caught in the middle of the crowd."

"..."

"Do you want to go? It could be good."

He looks over the edge and then looks at her. After all, if this didn't work out he could always go along with his original plan.

"Okay."

It's not like he had anything better to do.