Again

-𝗛𝗔𝗖𝗛𝗜𝗥𝗢𝗨 𝗦𝗨𝗚𝗔𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗔-

"𝑺𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝑰 𝒔𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒎𝒚 𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅? 𝑶𝒓 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝑰 𝒄𝒓𝒚 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒊𝒔 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒍𝒍 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒃𝒆?"

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~* OBLIVIOUS.*~

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𝗪𝗛𝗜𝗦𝗣𝗘𝗥𝗦.

Everywhere I turn, everywhere I look.

Whispers, gossip.

What have I done? Why is everyone looking at me like that?

I hang my head low, trotting through the hallways and then gradually speed walking towards my class. I bite my lip feverishly and exhale shakily as anxiety slowly creeps from within the pit of my stomach.

Maybe it's because I look like I just came back from the dead.

After all, I did cry myself to sleep.

As I near class 3-B my body stiffens slightly, knowing that Tetsuro was next door didn't help me one bit, nor did the fact that I ran out on him, crying and leaving his house with no context whatsoever.

How am I supposed to explain that?

I shake my head lowly, pushing the thought aside for now and sliding the classroom door open.

However, I didn't expect the whole class to fall silent once I revealed myself. All the stares, disgusted looks and pitying gazes fall upon me.

It was like a gun had fired off in my brain

𝘛𝘦𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘣𝘭𝘦, 𝘋𝘪𝘴𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳, 𝘳𝘶𝘯, 𝘳𝘶𝘯 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺'𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳, 𝘵𝘩𝘦���� 𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶.

The world around me suddenly seemed closer to my eyes and the air becomes more soupy, harder to breath. A glossy sheen coats my outer eyes and my thoughts scatter like there's an electrical storm in my head, too many short circuits to make any sense. My breathing became erratic, I couldn't stand the amount of awkward, judging silence.

So I ran.

Again.