"I have you, don't worry," he laughed, catching me by the back of my sweater and pulling me up onto the rooftop. I felt my heart clench terribly hard that I thought I was going to have a heart attack. Instantly when he pulled me back, I fell backwards onto the floor, breathing heavily with my eyes bulging out of their sockets. My mind kept replaying the moment he pushed me forward, and suddenly, the nausea I felt earlier came back up, and I leaned to the side, puking my guts out. He continued to laugh hysterically, as if his joke had been funny, and I was very annoyed, since if he had not caught me by the back of my shirt, I would have died.
He knelt beside me, patting my back comfortingly. "You're fine, I told you, nothing is going to happen to you," he repeated, and I slapped his hand o
