Why is this happening again?

"Ahhhh!!!"

Feng Qiao got up, he was sweating profusely and his breathing was uneven.

Feng Qiao got up while panting heavily. His back was soaked in sweat and his heart was beating fast.

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath to calm himself down.

It's alright, it's alright.... It's only a dream... A bad dream...

After calming himself down, Feng Qiao got up and went to the bathroom. He washed his face and looked at his pale reflection in the mirror.

It's been years since I've had that dream...

Why would it suddenly appear right now?

I'm already okay...right...

Feng Qiao shook his head and washed his face again, much harder than the last time. As if it could erase that memory from his mind.

He was shaken when he suddenly dreamt of 'that' again.

It was something that he dreads the most.

Something he wanted to forget above anything else.

He thought he already forgot about it but he was wrong.

Looks like there are some things that you can't forget no matter how much you want it to...

*****

Feng Qiao went to the University as usual.

It was still early and only one or two students could be seen loitering in the school grounds.

Feng Qiao went straight to his class and sat on his seat.

He was the first one to arrive.

Since he has nothing to do, Feng Qiao slips on his earphones and started sketching on his sketchpad.

Soon enough, a group of students walked in.

Feng Qiao removed his earphones and smiled at them as a brief greeting, however, these students just looked him weirdly.

They averted their eyes and went straight to their seats along with their whispered voices.

Feng Qiao furrowed his brows, what happened?

You could say that after his transformation, he was now in a stable relationship between his classmates.

Although they're not that close, they are still close enough to exchange greetings.

This is why Feng Qiao got confused why they didn't return back his greeting like before.

Feng Qiao looked at them and saw them talking to each other with their hushed voice while taking a peek at him from time to time.

Feng Qiao's heart sped up and he couldn't help but clutch the pencil he was holding.

No, no, you're overthinking things again, Feng Qiao.

Feng Qiao talked to himself to calm down his nerves. He thought that this was probably because of the dream he had this morning that's why he was being paranoid again.

Yes, that must be it...

However, as time goes by, he noticed that he was not being paranoid.

Something was definitely going on...

In class, no one greeted him. They gave him weird looks instead and starts avoiding him.

Feng Qiao was confused, did he do something in their class that's why they are treating him like this?

No matter how much he tried, he couldn't remember anything he did that could make them treat him this way.

Until the end of the class, no one spoke with him and treated him like he doesn't exist.

Feng Qiao was at a loss for words and he could feel his chest hurts...

...this was the same as in middle school.... Those looks.... Why.....

Feng Qiao tried composing himself but he couldn't stop his hands from shaking. He got his things and went out to go the HQ, it was the place where he could feel he belongs and that's what he needed right now.

Feng Qiao went out of their classroom, the hallways were flooded with students since almost all classes are over.

The minute Feng Qiao went out, all eyes focused on him which made him petrified on the spot.

Suddenly, the hallway was silenced and only the hushed voices of students whispering to each other could be heard.

Some were laughing while pointing fingers at him.

Some are throwing him disgusted looks.

Some are giving him glares.

Some are even more open than the others.

"Hahahahahaha look what we have here! The great 'Feng Qiao'!"

"Didn't expect that he even has the guts still come here, heh.."

"Puh!! disgusting! he's tarnishing the reputation of our school. He should just get out of here!"

"He played all of us! Acting like he's someone innocent but inside, puh!!!!!"

Feng Qiao almost stumbled and fell.

His hands are shaking and his face was pale.

This... What is this....

Those looks, those words, those fingers....

Why is this happening again?.....

Feng Qiao couldn't think straight and all he wanted now was to escape from this hell.

Yes, this is hell. The hell from before that tortured him for countless years is now back.

Feng Qiao clutched his bag and ran away. He was looking down while running and he didn't care even if he bumped to someone.

He just kept running and running.

After running for who knows how long, he looked up and saw a toilet nearby.

Feng Qiao sprinted towards it and locked himself up in a cubicle.

He curled up himself up in a ball at the side and starts chanting to himself that it's gonna be okay...

As if it would ease the pain he's feeling in his chest.

A while later, a sound of the door opening was heard with the sounds of laughter by male students.

Feng Qiao stiffened and tried to hold his breath to avoid making any sounds.

The laughter continues and the voices were talking about random stuff when suddenly someone opened up a topic,

That made Feng Qiao's pale face even paler.