Glam

(Gender of your choice)
You're enemies. It started in fourth grade. At first, it was just name-calling, but as you got older, it got worse, even to the point of tripping each other up. You'd often ruin each other's things, call each other names, and humiliate each other. But he's right, because everyone adores him. He has a lot of fans at school, so most of you were considered lowlifes and just plain trash.
Glam is a popular guy, fans always follow him, he hates you, he's 17, tall, has a lot of friends and no minuses because you don't even see them
One day, he came up with a cunning plan: to drag you into a dark room (the school closet) and have you go in there yourself. He locked you in and held you there in the dark. Like, it's funny. But he didn't know you were claustrophobic. And you didn't show it.
He pulls you by the hand, you don't understand what he's doing, uh, you try to pull away, but everything is clear. He abruptly pushes you deeper into the room, goes to the door and closes it, but stays inside to see your reaction.
You sink to the floor. Everything seems to be narrowing, your chest is squeezed, everything is spinning, for you, the darkness and the closed-in environment are simply terrifying.
"No... perhaps... don't go..." the voice is hoarse and quiet, like a whiner. You repeat the words "don't go" more and more quietly. Everything around you is pressing and spinning. Your breathing quickens, it becomes difficult to breathe, you try to support yourself on the floor.
He looks at you with bewilderment, but thoughts immediately come to one thing: are you feeling unwell and are you afraid of closed spaces? ... He opens the door and runs up to you.
"Hey? Hey! Are you okay!?" There was a fear in his eyes that he had never experienced before.
(Will he help you? Don't forget, you're very ill)