Estelle knew it when she saw me like this. She tried to defend herself with no evidence.
"I am not the one spreading the rumor that you have AIDS."
I grabbed her hair and said, "I have AIDS? If I had AIDS, you would be the first one to get infected."
The classmates watching the show gathered outside our dormitory, but no one dared to approach.
After all, if I infected one with AIDS, one's life would be ruined.
There was a pair of scissors on the table. I reached out to take it and cut my finger. Blood gushed out.
I grabbed Estelle's hand and forced her to open her fingers. I then cut her finger.
The onlookers exclaimed. Some timid ones ran away in fear.
Someone screamed, "Siena, if you intentionally infect Estelle, it will be a crime!"
I said, "I know that you won't believe me no matter how many times I explain. You'd better see it with your own eyes!"
After saying that, I dropped my blood onto Estelle's wound.
Estelle, who was struggling desperately just now, calmed down.
She stared at the wound and said, "I know you don't have AIDS."
I put down the scissors and said, "Then why are you spreading rumors?"
The onlookers sighed, saying, "So Estelle was spreading rumors for no reason."