To tell you the truth, I don't run very fast. Mostly, I like to spend time locked in my room, lying on my bed. The rain outside the window, a mug of sweet coffee, and a laptop on my lap is all I need in this life. Although, on cloudy days, it is sometimes nice to walk in the rain and think about dark things. The sun and happy thoughts don't really attract me. That's just the kind of person I am.

Maybe that's why I don't run very fast. By the time I ran to the stairs of the 1st floor, Dan, that attention-grabbing idiot, had already managed to escape from the hands of his friends and was chasing me.

I sprinted up the stairs. My room was on the last, 6th floor. Not the most fortunate set of circumstances.

“Stop, I said!” he shouted after me. “Get away from me, you fricking maniac!” “Which one of us is a maniac here, stupid?” “Well, I'm not the one chasing you!” I yelled, barely breathing, my voice carrying up the stairwell.

The students recoiled at the sight of us and pressed themselves against the walls so that we wouldn't knock them down. There were 2 more floors until I could reach my room.

“Just a little more, please, and I’ll be in my room,” I said to myself. “Hey, showgirl, do you want your rope back?” he continued to shout. “Keep it as a souvenir of our meeting!” “A good memory?!”

I was already on the fifth floor. One more push and I'll be there. Just a few steps, a turn, and ...

Before I could finish my thought, someone suddenly appeared before my eyes. I tried to dodge, but he was already too close.

“Hey, bespectacled, are you going to stop already or not?” Dan shouted. He stopped at the bottom of the stairwell to catch his breath when he suddenly saw me collide with some guy and start to fall.

I closed my eyes. What will happen to me? A concussion? I will be taken to the hospital, relatives will come and sit all day at my bed, whining that I'm not what they want, I don't know how to look under my feet, a bad daughter/niece/sister. Or maybe I'll die? Well, in the morgue, no one will bother me for hours. I'll have to suffer a little at the funeral and that's it. Finally, I will be able to sleep peacefully.

What if my soul does not calm down due to a large number of grievances and will rush back and forth, and I will never find peace?

Now, even dying is scary. Horrible.

3…2…1… Now my flight will be over.

The guy who knocked me down stretched his hand forward in the hope of catching me (but I had already reached the bottom of the stairs) and shouted something.

Oh, yes. I didn't even scream when he hit me. What a shame. Even in this, I didn't live up to others' expectations.

"Aaaaaaa!” I started screaming. “Ouch! What are you squealing for?” an angry voice asked me.

I turned my head.

“Whaaaat?” I rolled my eyes at him. “What “what"?” he asked indignantly.

I looked down, then around me. It all looked like I was in a romantic drama. So, I was running from the guy I hate, then some random classmate knocked me down, and now I'm in the arms of my savior, who caught me at the most dangerous moment.

"Let go of me, you stupid bastard!" I screamed, struggling. “What are you doing?! Calm down, I'll let you go…”

Before he had time to say the last words, he lost his balance and we both fell to the floor.

“My head…” I said as I rose to my knees. “You….” an angry voice said quietly to me. “Huh?” “Youuu ... you piss me off!” Dan shouted.

He took my rope and began to choke me with it.

“You're killing me, you're killing me, leave me alone! Have you gone crazy?” “Didn't you want to die? No need to thank me,” he said. “Help me! Help me!” I began screaming, trying to get out from under this ill-fated rope. “Dan, let her go!” one of the guys shouted.

Someone grabbed my leg, and others started pulling him by the arms so that he would let me go. But the rope got even tighter.

“Idiots! Now I’m going to die for sure,” I barely managed to say. “What... what are you doing?” the girl who had just approached me timidly said. It was the student council president. “Let her go, please, what are you doing,” she said with fear in her voice. “All away!” I heard a loud voice.

A few seconds passed, and my eyes rolled back. I fainted.

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