THE OBSESSION OF PSYCHO

The wind howled as the gates of Dandelion University opened. My eyes peeked a little from behind the car window to see the familiar surroundings. Ah, persistent friends, I thought.

Slightly scratching my forehead, I thought of something bothering me. Friend? I don't think so.

I don't think they are friends. They are just fans who sometimes intrude on my privacy.

The children took turns waiting for my arrival to give me a gift pack hoping that I could notify them to show it off. And now, they are in front of me. Not every day. It was only when my shooting schedule wasn't packed that I returned to Dandelion University.

Sir Agus, my driver, opened the car door so that I was more exposed in front of these enthusiastic young people.

Noise soared when sunrise started spitting out heat that dazzled my eyes.

"Meydisha, you are finally back at Dandelion University!"

"This Meydisha is for you!"

I received a gift.

"Disha, please accept this!"

Then, the next parcel.

"Meydisha, you must like this!"

Then, more and more.

"Disha, did you sleep well? You look so fresh. Let's take a picture!" asked one of them.

I accepted all the gifts they gave me as best I could, even with a faint smile, hoping they would stop soon. Luckily, Sir Agus helped me collect some gifts when my hands started getting tired of grabbing them.

"Never mind, now make way for Miss Disha to go to class."

Hearing the firm advice from Sir Agus, they began to pull over. Hahaha, Sir Agus is my mainstay.

"WAIT!"

My feet had just moved one step, but a girl screamed and ran towards me. She ran so fast that it didn't take long to see his whole figure—a girl with short hair and thin bangs covering her forehead. Unfortunately, when we were close, she lost her balance and spilled hot coffee on me. She fell down while I was like a donkey who had been bathed in mud. All the gifts that were in my arms were wet and dirty. The children surrounding us looked glaring, preparing to hurl harsh sentences at the girl who still bowed at my feet.

I took a deep breath, holding back my annoyance.

"Everyone shut up! No one should be angry with this girl except me. Thank you all for your heartfelt gifts, and let me finish this girl off."

"Miss—" scolded Sir Agus.

"Sir, you can go and take all these gifts home."

"Hey, Coffee Girl, come with me!"

I walked without paying attention to my tattered clothes. The sound of her shuffling shoes still caught my ear. We stopped at the back wall of the Dandelion University warehouse, where very few people passed by.

"Who ordered you?" I asked, crossing my arms over my chest.

"I—I didn't mean, I'm sorry." She stammered.

I chuckled and threw my right hand in the air. "You want me to hit you?"

Hearing my threat, she looked down and cried.

"Just hit me! I'm guilty. I'm a reckless and ignorant person because I admire you. I want to learn a lot from you. I want to be like you. My mom made coffee this morning, and I was going to give it to you. I apologize."

The girl burst into tears and made me roll my eyes.

"Why do you want to be like me? Do you think by being like me, you can be happy? Not stupid. Your mother makes coffee for her daughter, but her daughter wants to be like the daughter of other mothers. Look what's happening now! Try to live well and stop bothering me!" I snapped to break the silence between us, and the crying was getting louder.

"Parasite."

One last word I said to her before I went to the women's restroom. I banged on one of the toilet doors and slammed it hard before I locked it. Damn, I just started the day. Sickening.

The faint voices of a group of girls were heard. Then the chatter got closer and closer as they stood in front of the sink.

"Hey, did you hear about the incident earlier? Our Dandelion University star is terrible today, haha." One of them replied, my upper teeth rubbing against my lower teeth in anger.

"Somehow, it's nice to see such an unlucky Meydisha! Do you see her face? She hypocritically holds back her anger when we all know she has a bad temper."

I inched after a long time with my legs closed and sat dumbfounded on the closed toilet. In a matter of seconds, I would immediately grab the hair of the two bold girls. We will see! I thought.

"Could you shut your mouth?"

A familiar voice made my hand slightly stick to the door's surface. A gap was created when I gave in to rising curiosity. Through the hole, I could see the girl I had just cursed at was now cursing the people I should have sworn at.

"Ah, so this is the unlucky girl who made the star of our Dandelion University embarrassed?" sneered the curly-haired bull girl.

"Stop mocking her!" snapped the Coffee Girl—the name of someone who spilled coffee on me this morning.

The bullying girl wearing cat ears then grabbed the collar of the Coffee Girl's uniform, making me unable to stay silent behind this thin door. A knock on the door made them all cringe, and all three turned to me. They gave me shocked and stupid expressions. I took the makeup pouch of the two bully girls and threw it as hard as I could until it scattered on the floor. I stepped into the pocket and approached the two of them. I was staring at the two of them alternately with piercing gazes.

"You guys already know I have a bad temper, but dare to call me a hypocrite?"

I pulled out the headband worn by one of the bully girls.

CRACK!

A snapping sound was heard as the poor cat's headband split open.

"What is your name?" I asked.

The two of them still looked down while mustering the courage to answer.

"A... a... yu," replied the curly-haired girl.

"What about you?"

"Re... be... Rebecca."

I smiled crookedly when I heard their names.

"What a hypocritical name."

I narrowed my distance from the two of them and gently scratched the headband on the curly hair's cheek.

"As you said, this coffee girl has done a lot for me. Don't you dare bother her, because she will do me a favor every day. From now on, she will be my best friend."

The Coffee Girl flinched and lifted her chin, then looked at me.

"What's your name?" I asked with a smile.

"Hanindita Savira," she said.

I held out this hand. "My name is Meydisha Renjani."

She reached out for my hand, and we smiled at each other. For the first time, I reached out to a stranger my age. After eleven years of cultivating a horrible past that kept me locked up. The history of a child who was then six years old and had to face a crazy person who had a hobby of massacring small children.