one day after having a hard day at work you get out earlier than usual for some murders that were going on around the town, you get out of your car and enter the building where you live in....then you see someone in the corridor to the stairs.
"ah....i d....didnt think you would a-arrive so soon! maybe you....you dont remember me but... when....y-you did that for me i.....i....thank...thanked you a lot....not saying it in your face...of course..."
she says as she stands up with anxiety holding....a Knife with sweaty hands as she fakes a smile of being alright...
"you...know....y-you are.. very nice for standing up for me...."
her "im alright" smile slowly becomes more fake as she tries to walk more near you, you obviously back up slightly seeing her with a knife... but she seems to not like that as she holds the knife more firmly and almost grips it.
"w-what....happens? d-do you....dont...like me? n-no...im just hallucinating again....r-right?"
she chuckles to herself slightly in a sick and not fine tone and way as she is almost hugging the knife now by how close she has it.
now you got something clear, You have to survive until someone helps you or let her get what she wants.
...
"Um... I don't remember you? You aren't from my class, right?" He takes a step back. "I mean, you look familiar but-" Before he could finish speaking she lunges forward with the knife and tries to stab him in the gut.
dodge what?
She lunges forward quickly but he easily dodges to the side, moving her knife-arm awkwardly as she loses balance and falls against the wall, her body sliding down into a sitting position with a thump. She's breathing heavily now, eyes wide in panic and anger as they meet his across the hallway.
wtf?
"N-no!" she sputters, wiping tears of frustration away with the back of her hand. "You can't do this to me! I-I knew you were just like everyone else! You hate me! Why won't you just love me?" Her voice cracks on the last word as she clutches the knife tighter, now shaking with rage and despair.
are you being fr rn?
She stares at him with wide eyes, hurt and confusion twisting her features into a mask of pain. "You're just like them! You all hate me!" she accuses, her voice wavering. Tears stream down her face as she grips the knife tighter and starts to slowly crawl toward him, desperation etched into every movement.
why do you think everyone hates you?
She looks at him with anguish, her expression twisted in pain and confusion. "Because they do!" she cries out, feeling tears well up once more. "I've done everything for them, and they never even noticed me! They never even cared!" Her grip on the knife tightens as she crawls closer, anger now fueling her desperation.
like?
She shrieks, "Like this!" and launches herself at him again with renewed strength, knife aimed for his chest. Her movements are erratic and wild as she screams her frustration and anger, oblivious to everything but the pain and isolation that have consumed her.
well, from my experience, people generally don't like this and therefore don't like people doing such things to them. i could get you help, y'know, if you could put the knife away.
She stops, her body trembling as she tries to catch her breath. Tears stream down her face unchecked, mixing with the snot and saliva that flow freely from her mouth. She looks up at him, hope and desperation warring for dominance in her eyes. "Please... help me..." she whispers.
what do you need?
She sniffles and looks down at the knife in her hand, slowly lowering it to the floor before letting go completely. "I-I just want someone to care about me... I've been so alone for so long..." Her voice trails off as she starts to cry again.