I'll Make You Want To Kill Me

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I meet Stephano Williams last year, in my first year of Chemical engineering, at Codett University.

My parents were satisfied with me enrolling in such an important university. 
I was lucky, I guess.

The first time I saw Stephano was in the auditorium, he was receiving something... I don't remember, and I didn't care at the moment... The only reason I remember that moment it's because I thought he looked rather sad.

"That boy has a boring expression", I thought. 

The second time, I was walking in the hall and I bumped into someone and dropped my lunch.
I was in a rush, so I planned on just leaving it on the floor, I was about to walk away and someone grabbed my backpack and pulled me back.

It took me by absolute surprise to see this random person drag me around. 
I shook his hand off my back and gave him a glare.

"Pick it up.", he said annoyed.
He passed beside me and continued walking. 

I did pick it up, "What an arrogant person", I tossed the bread on the garbage can.

Days later I saw him pass by my classroom to pick a girl up.
He was surrounded by people and a lot of my classmates greeted him.

That's when I remembered, he was the guy in the auditorium. 

"That guy pisses me off.", the girl beside me said closing her book.

"I know right? Every time he comes, everyone stands up and start doing a mess. There's a recess you know?", another girl added.

"Who is he?", I asked.

"Stephano, he's in the third year of Architecture I think."

They continued and talked about how much they disliked him.

"Stephano then?"

Those girls were jealous back then.

Stephano was perfect after all, good student, attractive, athletic, wealthy.
He surrounded himself with a lot of people. That I could tell.

I've been always alone, an outcast, if you may.

My life was extremely boring... and busy.
I never had time for anything, I don't even remember thinking of something that wasn't college, work, and money.

I think deep inside, I wanted something exciting to happen.

I was... so bored.

Now,

Fast forward to six months ago...

It was around seven or eight pm, I was coming back from a classmate's house, we were studying for an upcoming exam.
I was tired and for a moment I doze off.
And didn't notice I was being followed.
 
When I was around five blocks from my house a crackhead tried to steal my bag.
I yanked it and tried to run but he threw himself on me. I tried to scream but he placed his hand on my mouth, he was heavy.
I couldn't do anything. He forcefully opened my legs, no matter how much I kicked him. He was just bigger and I was losing energy.

I thought "I will kill myself after this, it's fine".

I gave up.

But, life is full of surprises, right?

Someone grabbed the man and threw him beside me.

He started beating the crackhead up.

I quickly zoned in and reacted.
I quickly crawled and grabbed my stuff.
Searched for my phones and called the police and reported the assault.