I just wanted to go for a normal walk...
My intention wasn't *ill* or anything. It wasn't like I'm going to *kill someone*.
So—please, stop looking at me like that. I could feel multiple eyes watching from my back. It felt like it could dissect my body one-by-one. It was torturous.
I bit my lip. My footsteps getting faster each second passed. No, I don't want to be here anymore. I would ...