When I was 10 years old, there was a senior in my school who used to scare me with a small pocket knife in his hands. He would threaten me, saying, "I will cut your veins and kill you," or "I will cut your neck and kill you," and then laugh weirdly. He was a super senior and often found me alone in the playground. He would call me over and frighten me, possibly because I was the most fearful child in the entire school. I was terrified of even a tiny drop of blood. He made me promise not to tell anyone, and I didn't-because I was too scared of dying.
I used to plead with him,...