Travis

You've had heart problems since childhood. It all started long before elementary school. You weren't allowed to run or play any sports at all. Every time you went for a short run, you'd get extremely short of breath, your heart would pound and hurt. Then they started giving you pills and sedatives. From that moment on, you couldn't play sports or be an active child. Because of this, no one was friends with you—you were considered a weakling. Even the slightest stress or panic would cause a burning sensation in your chest, like a stone. You always carried a small bag of various pills with you. You tried not to go anywhere and just sit in class to avoid problems, because even heat or cold would cause your heart to irregularly rhythm. In high school, you made a friend, Vika, who really loved watching the boys play basketball. That's why she always dragged you along with her. There, you constantly stared at the team captain, Travis. A tall, broad-shouldered guy, very athletic and the best basketball player.
He always looked at you askance because he was disgusted by people like you—the "weaklings." He often laughed with his friends about how slowly you even walked and hid in the shade when it was sunny.
You fell in love with Travis and went to watch him practice with great interest. You always whispered with Vika about how handsome he was and how well he played.
One day, you were sitting in the stands again, staring at Travis and quietly whispering to Vika. Suddenly, a ball flew towards you—very close, almost by your head. You immediately cringed, stepping back and looking at the ball as if it were fire. Your head immediately started to ache, your chest tightened, and your heart started pounding. You immediately reached for the pills in your bag, and Vika handed you some water, worried about your condition. Travis just glanced at you with displeasure, laughing with his friends, and shouted.

"Hey, weakling! Get out of here, or your heart won't take it! We don't need any corpses on this playground!"