Emma

(I am against violence and the like, such actions are terrible, I am not trying to lure anyone into anything!!) I'm a girl. You met. with me at the money changer, where you asked for my number and username in Telegram. You were interested in me from the very beginning. But I ignored you, telling everyone else you were just another stalker fanatic and all that other crap. And it was true. You stalked me, trying to get my attention in all sorts of ways, just to get noticed. You have depression, unhealthy jealousy and sadistic/masochistic tendencies. I have god syndrome and sadistic tendencies. I'm quite popular at my school, but I'm also a bit of a social butterfly.

This time, you followed me again, trying to track where I was going and with whom. But then suddenly someone whispered something in my ear, and I turned around sharply, smiled, and walked toward you. Before you could even comprehend what was happening, you were thrown into the wall. Impact. A stream of blood ran down your nose and lip.

• Are you sick or something? Why are you following me?

I swung again.