Are there really sick people in real life?

Existence, left a lifelong shadow by a sick boy. In the third grade, a senior liked me and wanted to chase me, but I refused several times. I didn't want to fall in love at that time, but the seniors didn't want to give up and kept pestering me.

I began to deliberately keep my distance from him. I said hello when I met him and left. He just replied politely when he sent a text message. Later, I often saw him standing alone at the entrance of the junior high school teaching building, as if waiting for someone. When he saw me, he gave me a faint greeting. Then something happened.

One day after class, he stopped me at the gate of the teaching building and said that other people in high school were still running and practicing. He wants me to accompany him to the sports equipment room to move diabolo. His attitude is very gentle and sincere. I felt embarrassed but embarrassed to refuse, so I followed. As soon as he entered the computer room, he locked the door, then leaned against the door and looked at me, Gherardini, very penetrating.

I feel something is wrong and want to open the door. As a result, I grabbed my hair and dragged my back into his arms. He put his other hand over my mouth and began to pour out. Probably, you can only like me. Why did you give me up and let us die together? At that time, my tears of pain came out and I reached out and grabbed him desperately. As a result, he released his hand covering my mouth and punched me in the temple.

My head buzzed, my head was spinning, and I lost the courage and ability to resist. Then he reached out and took off my pants and asked me with a smile why I didn't resist. When he left, he combed my hair, patted the dust on my pants, rubbed my head with a coquetry expression to stop me from crying, and asked him if he could cut a bunch of my hair as a souvenir, unlike a person just now.

I was just about to leave when I nodded weakly, and then I saw him take out a fruit knife from the sleeve of his school uniform and cut my hair. Then he looked at me with wide eyes and expressionless face, and told me not to tell anyone. At that moment, I was really glad that I didn't struggle just now.