The person who likes me is a yandere.

I was born into an ordinary family.

However, he died from an unexpected "illness".

They thought I was crazy.

Because I fell in love with a girl of the same gender.

They forced me into the hospital.

They started forcing me to take my medication.

If I perform poorly

They even shocked me with electric shocks.

I really can't take it anymore.

So I began to compromise.

They congratulated me happily.

The day I was discharged from the hospital

I saw her.

Her eyes were red and swollen, as if she had just been crying.

He just stood in front of me, looking at me without saying a word.

I think I saw the disappointment of burial in her eyes.

I turned my head away and ran away as if fleeing.

A few days later, news came that she had committed suicide.

I realize I made a mistake.

Misunderstanding and guessing

The despair she buried turned into madness the moment I left.

I died not long after.

They don't understand why

My illness has clearly been cured.

Later I learned that the disease was called love.

I also learned that it is incurable by medicine.

Join the group.

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"Blood Flower"

A family tragedy forced the woman and man to flee with their parents.

They fled to a remote yet beautiful town called "Flower City".

The flowers here are incredibly diverse, encompassing almost every variety of flowers from around the world and blooming in every season.

But there was no red one.

Ironically, women love flowers, especially red roses.

The man searched almost every flower market in town, finding blue, white, even green, purple, and red roses, but not a single one.

When asked why, the townspeople gave the same answer.

We fear the color of blood.

A woman's love for flowers can be so intense that she'll berate a man for being useless when he fails at something.

Men don't speak

The next day, a red rose appeared in the woman's cherished vase.

The woman was deeply moved, hugged the man tightly, and apologized for her behavior.

From then on, she would see a fresh red rose every day.

The woman did not notice that there were fewer neighbors.

One morning, the woman went out and brought back breakfast, but no one answered her parents' calls.

The woman called out in all directions, only to find the kitchen door tightly shut.

A salty, fishy smell wafted over.

The woman frowned as she opened the door, only to find dismembered flesh and a man holding a knife.

She could vaguely make out that the remains were those of her parents, whose faces were no longer recognizable.

The woman was startled and, in her panic, stumbled and fell.

The man gently embraced her.

He held a red rose and presented it to the woman.

"Here you go, this is the most vibrant one."

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"seed"

My mom told me that something bad happened to her best friend's family, and now I'm going to have a little brother. She told me to take good care of him.

So our family gained a new member.

I met my new little brother. He had a round head, a round face, round eyes, and full cheeks—very cute, but somehow he exuded a cold aura. No matter how I spoke to him, he wouldn't answer.

Since that day, following my mother's wishes, I've packed his schoolbag every day, tutored him, taken him to and from school, and told him bedtime stories.

Gradually, he lowered his guard and started talking to me. I then discovered that he was actually a very rich and interesting person.

That day, he didn't speak to me on his way home from school. As soon as he got home, he ran quickly to the yard and squatted down in front of the newly planted fruit tree.

I asked him what he was looking at, and he looked up and asked me in a childish voice.

"Sister, do fruit trees bear lots and lots of fruit? How do fruit trees come about?"

Looking at his adorable face, I affectionately patted his head and answered.

"Yes, the fruit tree will grow lots of apples in the fall. Once it bears fruit, we can dig out the seeds from the very center of the fruit and plant them again to get a new fruit tree."

He nodded obediently, hugged me tightly, rubbed against me, and then ran away.

I was awakened by excruciating pain at night.

I felt like a huge hole had been ripped open in my chest, and blood was gushing out.

I felt increasingly powerless. Before my consciousness faded, I saw my younger brother standing by the bed with a strange smile and a bloodstained knife in his hand.

He smiled at me, mouthing each word clearly and deliberately.

"If I plant my sister's heart, I can have many sisters, and I'll never be afraid of losing my sister again."

The core of a fruit is its seed; planting it will yield many fruits.

"So, if I implant your heart, will I get many more of you?"

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"nightmare"

I covered my head, huddled in the corner, surrounded by complete darkness.

Where am I? Why am I here? Fear gripped my heart.

No, I can't just sit here and wait to die. I stood up and started searching for an exit in the dark.

As my eyes gradually adjusted to the darkness, what appeared before me was a long corridor.

I swallowed hard, mustered my courage, and walked forward.

There seemed to be nothing unusual in the corridor. Walking along, there were only some paintings and potted plants on both sides.

At the end of the corridor is a downward-facing bluestone staircase.

I pressed myself against the wall and slowly descended the stairs. There was a knife at the top of the stairs; I picked it up to bolster my courage.

I went to the next floor.

It was still a long corridor, and it seemed no different from the one upstairs.

I guess I have no choice but to keep going.

At that moment, I took a look around at the scenery, but it didn't seem any different.

However, what I didn't notice were the expressions of the figures painted on both sides and the slightly yellowing leaves of the potted plant.

I thought the end of the corridor would be the exit or a staircase leading down, but I saw a person standing at the end of the corridor, at the top of the stairs, with their back to me.

Cold sweat broke out, and goosebumps rose all over my body. I wanted to run, but I had no way out, so I had no choice but to grit my teeth and tremble as I walked forward with the knife in hand.

When it got about five meters away, "it" turned around.

It had no arms, and it hissed as it spoke. Even more terrifying were its empty eyes, and white maggots crawled on its face.

It charged at me

I raised the knife and pierced its chest.

It stopped moving, its foul-smelling mouth hovering a few inches from my face.

I fought back vomiting and kicked its corpse aside, but when I caught a glimpse of its face, I was horrified.

That's my sister's face.

Trembling, he raised his head, gently stepped over her body, and quickened his pace as he rushed downstairs.

It's the same long corridor again.

I took a deep breath; I didn't know how to escape this awful place. I could only calm myself down and keep walking.