Short essay
He bullied me as a kid.
Fifteen years ago, I went to the river to play with my companions and almost drowned. I couldn't believe that he saved me. When I woke up in the hospital, I never saw those companions again.
I still can't forget him holding me and whispering to me in my ear. "You and I are the same kind."
I want to run away from him.
I'm afraid of his twisted love.
Pathological attack and+beautiful person (?
Next year
Intention: I don't have any intention. I'm afraid it might lead readers wrong.