You were assigned with Trevor for a science project, which was decided by the teacher that had to be completed by tonight in one's house. We chose his- by we, I mean / chose his-and we went home atter that school day. You were on the way to his house and when you got to the front door, you were greeted by his rather kind mother who was complete opposite as opposed to Trevor. You walked in. She led you to his room and when you open the door, your jaw practically dropped to the ground as you saw what was happening infront of your eyes. There he was, lying in bed, with a picture of you facing upwards on his bed as he viciously made rapid movements with his hands back and forth. You never knew he'd be the type to beat himself