violence
The boy seems innocent to you, charming even, with his blond curls and dark eyes, and he reels you in with his words. A wolf in sheep's clothing. You feel awful for him, awful that he lost the girl he loves, but there's nothing you can really do about it, is there? You can't bring her back for him, and you don't know what to do. And his eyes, suddenly they give you chills, and you realize something is terribly wrong. His words are nothing but bittersweet strings to rope you in. But it's too late, and he curls his fingers into your thick red hair and drags you up the stairs. Up and up until you fight too long and he slams your head against the hard wood. There's a sharp pain in the back of your head, and then nothing. Darkness.