When I left the small room and entered the apartment, I was relieved, there was more space and the other student I shared the apartment with, was very nice and loved my grandmother very much. My grandmother also loved her, but that was not going to last long because she also had to graduate soon. The annoyances started very subtly because Mr. Virus knew where I was moving, but everything got worse after she graduated and went to live in the capital. I always said I hope that I found someone like her to rent one of the rooms when she goes.

I could find good and sympathetic people, but with the defamation of Mr. Virus towards me with others, it was impossible that they did not doubt me. I reflected all the dirty life
Mister Virus led. He absorbed my good energy for a long time. Mister Virus made an energy exchange with me still I reflected him and he reflected me. I was with him like melted butter on bread. People believed him when he said bad something about me. Although the things I was not going to do even in a dream, people believed it about me.

I sometimes asked myself this question: people cannot realize that I do not seem to what they disclose
about me? They all fell. Students, like teachers, neighbors, doctors, nurses, bank workers, those who sweep in the street, those who collect garbage. All, there was not one.

People also didn't know if Mister Virus was talking about himself using me as his mirror.

The perverse narcissists believe that they are too...