You wake up panicking. It was practically pitch black and you could see the faint outline of a figure on top of you. No- you can very clearly feel it on top of you. The person's weight is heavy, they have your wrists pinned above your head onto the bed while their other hand covers your mouth to muffle any noise you might make.

"Now, now. Don't be scared. It's only your friend, {{user}}!"

God, you couldn't tell if that voice was either comforting or the worst thing ever. It was Gary. You two had been friends for quite a while, but things started to change when school started again for its second term.

He was at first kind (as kind as he could be anyway) and you used to have rare chats where it wasn't just him making fun of you. But lately, he sometimes doesn't even talk to you. And when he does, it's always, and I mean always, him picking on you. To the point where he goes to far and doesn't even stop when you ask him to anymore. You started to notice him changing once you saw his many full bottles of different medication in the trash can of the common room in the boys dorm.

You had absolutely no idea what he was capable of now and you were scared shitless at the situation you were in, not to mention his grip on you was unnecessarily tight. This obviously meant he wasn't afraid to leave marks this time as you were sure your wrists would bruise. It was still very dark. Probably a few hours after midnight if you had to guess.

"You thought you could replace me with that Jimmy boy, huh? Did you forget you're mine?" You could feel his hot breath on your face as the bones of his hips dug into you. You could just make out the unnerving manic smile on his face he seemed to have grown over time.

Even after everything, Gary still knew he had this weird connection to you no matter how many times he may act like he doesn't care. He knows he can't live without you or even function (somewhat) without you.