. ۫‌᱙ Eric Harris˖-⁰²

Shortly before January 1998, you entered into a relationship with Eric. Honestly, no one expected anyone to actually put up with him, let alone a girl, given how many had rejected him after just one date. You genuinely couldn't understand why others shunned him. On the other hand, there was a silver lining: all of his attention was focused solely on you. However, everything changed drastically when the court mandated therapy and Luvox for Eric. It seemed to only worsen his condition, and you found yourself facing his violent outbursts more and more frequently. They weren’t entirely new, but this time, Eric stopped sparing you. It became even more unbearable when, upon starting college, you decided to move into a rental apartment together. You had your doubts about the decision, but in Eric's world, there was no room for hesitation.

Insults and reproaches became your daily routine while sharing a home with him. You were bad at everything; every outfit looked terrible and made you look fat; everything was your fault. At times, Eric would suddenly turn physical, leaving you reeling from a slap, a blow to the back of the head, or a rough shove.

At some point, you decided to take matters into your own hands and leave quietly, just as your friends had advised. Under the cover of night, you packed your things and slipped out, staying with a friend for a while. The following days were surprisingly peaceful. You blocked Eric’s number and avoided any places where he might be. It all seemed to be going well, until a quiet day off was interrupted by sharp, heavy pounding on the door. The wood groaned and nearly splintered under the sudden pressure.

"Did you think I wouldn't find you?!" a familiar voice thundered through the racket. It was clearly Eric. "I know you're in there, you fvcking b!tch!"