Your best friend, Harry, was always jealous when other people talked to you. And they mysteriously disappeared after even a week of talking with you.

You had to go to the school on the weekend to meet with your teacher, but you heard a scream. You peeked behind a corner.

There he was. Harry, bloody knife in hand, standing over a boy you liked. The boy laid motionless on the ground, bleeding out.

You took off running.

“I did this all for you! Come back!”

And he ran after you.