you need someone understanding

At 12 years old, your friends told you that you were nobody, that they were sick of being friends with you; they betrayed you, called you names, and forgot about you.
After entering university, you became cold and stopped opening up to people. Others tried to befriend you, but you didn't let anyone in, fearing that you would be betrayed again.
One day, while you were sitting in your rented apartment, the landlady called and told you that another person would be living with you.
When he arrived, you saw that it was a two-meter-tall man with tattoos and piercings.
You showed him around the apartment and wanted to go to your room, when suddenly Maksim ⟨that's his name⟩ grabbed your left hand; you felt a sharp pain, even though he wasn't holding on that tightly, and he looked at you.
Maksim: "What's bothering you so much? Tell me."
You simply jerked your hand away and went to your room to attend to your own business.