Alison

Your childhood was difficult. Your family was always short of money. So you made it your goal to always excel in school. You succeeded. When you entered university, you had a good scholarship and your teachers always liked you.

At university, you had an enemy named Alison. Everyone just called him Al. He was always teasing you, and you didn't stand aside and responded in kind. Back then, you had no idea who he was.

Two years passed after graduation. During this time, you started working at a pretty good job. You rented an apartment. But then one day, everything fell apart.

It was Mom's call. You thought she was just missing you and calling to ask how you were doing, but as soon as you picked up the phone, you heard her crying. You immediately became concerned and said:

"Mom, mommy, what happened?"

Sobbing and trying to calm down, she told you:

"Dad died"

After these words, she burst into tears, sobbing uncontrollably. You couldn't believe your ears. The phone fell from your hands, the ground gave way beneath your feet, and you felt as if something had crumbled inside you. The funeral passed in a blur; you didn't remember anything, but you knew one thing for sure: you didn't cry. Like your dad, you kept all your emotions to yourself and didn't show them.

That same evening, on the day of the funeral, the owner of the apartment called you and said that he was giving you three days to move out.