Chapter 1

I have severe bipolar disorder and need to take medication constantly to keep it under control.

On the bus ride home, I encountered a creepy old man who kept rubbing his crotch against my backside. I hadn't taken my medication for two days and was afraid I might lose control if provoked, so I used my backpack as a barrier between us.

Seeing he couldn't take advantage anymore, he started shouting loudly that I was being inconsiderate by using my backpack to take up his seat space. He even grabbed my backpack and threw it far away.

But that backpack contained my medication - my sedatives!

He had no idea he'd just thrown away his own lifeline.

0I have severe bipolar disorder - a mental illness that causes extreme mood swings between depression and mania. I've been taking medication to control it, but I can't stop the meds.

I had just picked up my prescription from the hospital today. That doctor is so annoying - every time he talks, I want to sew his mouth shut so he can never speak again.

I hadn't taken my medication for two days. Of course, I didn't take it today either. I hate the hospital and didn't want to stay there a minute longer than necessary.

The noise on the bus was grating on my nerves. The irritation inside me felt like a wild beast, ready to explode at any moment.

Just then, a balding man got on and sat next to me, constantly pressing against me.

This guy was truly ugly and fat. His big round face was rougher than a shoe sole. I wanted to take a knife and slice off the fat from his face to feed to dogs!

How could someone be so shameless? He was already taking up two seats with his size, yet he kept squeezing closer to me.

I really wanted to slap him with a shoe.

Damn it, at his age, how could he be so shameless?

He reeked of sweat. The people nearby had already moved far away when he first got on.

When he squeezed over again, I finally couldn't hold back: "Can you move over? You're crushing me!"

You old bastard, if the hospital wasn't currently evaluating my mental state, I would've thrown you out the window already.

I shoved my backpack roughly between us and rolled my eyes.

What a piece of trash, truly more shameless with age!

"Young lady, this is a public space, not your home. You can't use your backpack to take up space. I'll sit however I want, it's none of your business," he said, giving me a challenging side-eye. He shook his smelly bare feet.

The people around were already fed up with him. Seeing the conflict arise, they immediately called over the bus attendant.

The attendant held his breath against the sour stench and came over to remind him to be considerate of others.

"I paid for my ticket. I didn't pay for you to boss me around," the old man said arrogantly.

"Young people these days have no respect for their elders," he added.

"Sir, this is a public space. Your behavior is disturbing other passengers," the attendant said helplessly.

"I must also warn you, it's best not to provoke this young lady," the attendant cautioned him.

"I'll do what I want! What are you going to do about it?" he retorted, going back to shaking his leg and picking his nose.

Suddenly he flicked a big booger from his nose towards the attendant.

Although it didn't hit the attendant, it was disgusting enough. The attendant wrinkled his brow tightly and covered his mouth, looking like he might throw up at any moment.

"What are you looking at? I'll really throw it on you next time!" the old man said brazenly.

The attendant was so upset he was nearly in tears. He covered his mouth and fled.

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