I was sitting at my computer, alone. Something I had always enjoyed doing was going through Google maps and discovering new places that I hadn’t been to yet. It was a way of discovering the world in my almost hermit life.

The only person I had any contact with was my brother, Tony. He was the only person who had ever understood me. But now he was in a relationship, so I was lonelier than ever. Not that I minded that. It was better to be alone than to be surrounded by people who would never understand me.

I poured myself a glass of wine, the sixth I’d had that day, and began scrolling through different places.

I really liked visiting America on here. As someone from the UK, who would probably never visit America in my life, it was cool to see how they lived in the Land of the Free.

I started on a street in New York City, and carried on at a slow walk, making sure to take in everything as I went. I liked New York the best as I could see big buildings in the big city, something that contradicted my country lifestyle.

I wandered up and down a couple of streets, being completely ignored by passers by, just as I would want in real life. Of course, real life never worked out that way.

I wandered down a street called Arlington Avenue. There were a bunch of big buildings down here, and impressed me on their architecture.

That’s when I saw it. A girl in a window. She looked to be crying. Why was she crying? She was in the best city in the world. She didn’t need to cry.

I zoomed in as much as I could, and soon realised there was something being held against her neck. A rope. A piece of rope. That’s what it was.

Immediately, I called my brother’s phone. His girlfriend, Amanda, picked it up on the fifth ring.

“What do you want?” She asked, sounding slightly annoyed.

“I’ve found something,” I said, proudly. “I need to talk to Tony.”

“ANTHONY is busy,” the way she said his full name made my blood boil. No one had called him Anthony since he was born. He was just Tony.

“Okay, but can I talk to him?” I asked.

“You’re drunk,” was her only response.

“So?” I slurred. “I still know what I saw.”

“No you don’t,” she responded. “The last time you called with something you found, Anthony was away from me for weeks, only to find it was a complete misunderstanding.”

“This is different,” I slurred, struggling to get the words out.

“I don’t think so,” she said, sighing loudly down the phone. “Your psychosis makes you see things, and we’re not taking that chance again.”

“I know what I saw, though,” I said, looking back at the screen to make sure it was still there.

“Well, I don’t believe you,” she said. “Oh, Anthony’s coming now. I’ll tell him you called, yeah?” And with that she hung up. And my brother never phoned me back.

I was alone again. This time though, it was not so nice to be left alone.