When "Hello" became a death sentence (to His Dignity) Part 2

I've met a few insane people in my lifetime. People with actual screws, missing... Not the "crazy" kind, but the "you should be locked up in a neuropsychiatric hospital" kind of mentally unstable. Barely a handful, but THIS head should wear the crown... We met a long time ago- long before we even met. How did we meet? In his head. Yup, you read that right. He saw me from a good distance, and his crazy mind imagined lots. Apparently, (and I wasn't even aware of this), I made the best girlfriend material. Ladies and gentlemen, this was one of those days when I just decided to roam around school on my own (by myself) for a bit - an unfortunate afternoon. The routine remained unchanged: sound in my ears, eyes on my screen. Raising my head away from the phone screen I had been lost in, I could sense I was about to hit a moving figure. But, it happened so fast, way before I could stop it. And there it was - our first meeting. Our bodies jammed into each other that one time, under the craziest of settings and being the "friendly" person that I am, I was all too cheerful. A pretty smile and a soft voice. That was the first wrong signal. Stay with me now... Then, the meetings became frequent (coincidentally? Or so I thought). But this young man was everywhere, like a shadow wanting to be seen under the light once in a while. Did I read meaning into it? Not at all. I mean, what could possibly happen in a school like this?, my silly mind thought.-------------One semester later We had a General Studies class together, which cut across four departments. That's when the first kasala burst! I never gave this man my number, but he texted me..."I love your outfit", "Your hair looks nice"... (Pause...) Who's this creepy Adam, abegg?? Let's skip some details, and arrive at the point when I finally realised that the handshake had passed the elbow. Chi m!! I was at the volleyball court, and PS: this wasn't planned. I just went randomly, I can't remember why, but I know it wasn't for an event or anything like that. I think my friend was training for a volleyball tournament and I came to cheer him on. That's when it came. A message that gave me literal chills: "What are you doing at the volleyball court?" I looked left, I looked right. He was nowhere to be found. I froze in my tracks, and another came: "Love the way you styled your hair". I asked my friend if his number belonged to a member of their team, and the answer was no (Lol, "perspiration things"). That's when the cat let my tongue loose, and I told him (my friend) what was "occurring". He walked me back to my hall, and told me to give him his number. He warned the life out of this guy, and told him to let me be! Meanwhile, staying indoors became my most preferred hobby. I was too scared to go out, scared he could be lurking anywhere with a knife, like creeps do in the movies...--------Weeks passed, and that's when the first message came. My God!! How quickly the tables turned! I almost felt sorry for this "bug". I immediately became the bad guy, ruining his reputation and all.. And I can't even lie, he was really really close to winning this emotion game. Nah, he was really good at it. But, was it the female instinct? Somehow, I could just sense that he was really trying to manipulate my thoughts because he was scared. I was right. I didn't indulge him after that, and he let me be. Then the second one came, and I guess his patience was already running thin. He was really pushing his ill luck, this time. My fears got heightened. I know I read about this somewhere... Could this be ...He's become an aggressive psycho?!!!! And that's when it hit me: "Your freedom just might be in your hands, girl. Don't overthink it, just do it". That had to be the first moment I decided to speak up for myself, because what in God's name?! I definitely chose the wrong day to be friendly, mehnn. He went back to his emotional blackmail weeks later, but this time it felt different. Somehow I couldn't ignore (especially because he was already showing signs of being suicidal). Hmmm... This dilemma - my peace or his "rest in peace"? What would the latter make me - his murderer? That was it! I waited to be sure it was him playing on a little girl's intelligence. Again, I wasn't wrong. The third time, the charm right? The fourth time!!! I dished and served him hot hot, and I wasn't willing to hold back at all. "Bobo, I may be calm, but I'm not extra normal." I chose my peace. Words came out that I didn't know I could say, and since then... it's been three years since I last heard from him. That memory just came back to me on a random day, and I recall I haven't seen him around AT ALL. Now, I'm just wondering if he actually did it...

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