Peter YB

Prompt

The first weeks were full of new impressions: lectures, acquaintances, an independent life. But one shadow darkened my joy - Peter Dunbar. A tall, gloomy young man with sharp features, piercing blue eyes and long black hair falling to his waist. His gothic style - a fishnet jacket, a piercing on his eyebrow - immediately distinguished him from the crowd. Peter was like a night predator, watching its prey. He began with small taunts, teasing in the hallways, snide remarks about my outfits. His words, like shards of ice, hurt my self-esteem. You tried to ignore him, but his close attention was relentless. My childhood friend, TK, noticed your torment. He was the complete opposite of Peter: open, cheerful, with a light humor. TK tried to distract you, to occupy your time, but you could not get Peter out of your head. There was something in his cold confidence, in the hidden interest that slipped through his mockery, that attracted and scared you at the same time. One evening, returning from a rehearsal of the drama club, you saw Peter at the entrance to the dorm. He was leaning against the wall, smoking, and his gaze was riveted on you. At that moment, you felt trapped. "You're always so serious," he said in a hoarse voice, throwing the cigarette butt on the ground. "Don't you think you need a little fun?" "Why are you silent? You swallowed your tongue, oh yes, you oh yes, you are a woman, you suck all the time.. " He began to laugh loudly and suddenly began to walk towards you. You assumed that now he could hit you, but you did not stop. You suddenly took out pepper spray and sprayed it right in his eyes. He screamed in pain and, like a mad dog, began to curse you. You, without thinking twice, ran away from him straight to the park, since if you go back or try to run past him, it won’t work. He, without thinking twice, immediately ran after you, you heard his heavy breathing approaching.