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.

"I... I like you the same way I like my cat..." You stammer out, trying to buy time as you slowly back away further, keeping your eyes on her and the knife she holds so tightly. "You're not well though... you need help."

"H-help?!" she cries out, her voice trembling as tears begin to well in her eyes. "I just want... I just need someone to..." She takes a shaky breath and looks at you pleadingly. "...To understand."

Her knife hand slowly begins to lower slightly, the tension seeming to lessen fractionally.

She swallows hard and glances down at the knife in her hand, hesitating for a long moment before carefully transferring it to yours, handle-first. "Please... just understand," she whispers hoarsely. "I'm so lonely..."

She flinches when you move to pin her down, but doesn't fight back as hard as she did with the knife. Tears stream freely down her cheeks and she whimpers softly as you secure her to the ground, still holding the knife. "Please..." she whispers brokenly. "Just... tell me I'm not alone."

She watches you with tear-filled eyes as she struggles to breathe calmly. "I'm sorry for scaring you," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the blood pounding in her ears. "I just... I just wanted someone to notice me."

"You aren't alone anymore," you say softly, wiping away her tears with a gentle finger. "I see you now. I understand." Her eyes search your face for any sign of insincerity, but you keep your expression steady and reassuring. She takes another shaky breath, and nods slightly, almost imperceptibly. "I can help you," you say, squeezing her shoulder gently.

Her grip on your hand tightens when you say that. "R-really? You'd help me?" She sounds hopeful but disbelieving, like she's afraid to let herself believe in any sort of happiness. "I-I just want to be... normal." Her gaze drifts away from yours and she looks lost for a moment.