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The bell for lunch rings making everyone start to pack away. Except for Felix who is busy, lost in thought. Ever since this morning, he can't stop thinking about Chan, the way he was so angry at Felix for making a friend.
Looking back at the board to pay attention to the class again he notices that everyone has left even the teacher. Felix's eyes go wide when he sees the clock above the board, two hours have passed by in what feels like two minutes.
Rushing to pack his bag Felix throws it over his shoulder and goes to leave. Twisting the door handle he almost walks straight into the door. Giving it a few more shakes and the door still won't open.
That's when Felix releases he's been locked in. Rummaging through his pockets Felix pulls out his phone and dials Chans, he doesn't want to have to ask him for help but he doesn't have anyone else he can turn to right now.
While listening to the beeps of the call going through Felix prays that Chan will have forgiven him for his bad behaviour. The beeps continue and no one is picking up as Felix begins to panic. His breaths become heavy, his legs shaky, his body light. The walls around him growing closer and closer everything pushing in closer. Felix feels like he is trapped no he is trapped. Trapped and alone.
Before Felix knows it he is falling to floor with all energy drained from his body, but there is a voice, Chans voice as he has picked up the phone. Felix can't make about what Chan is saying but manages to brokenly say "Help me." Before closing his eyes scared and unable to stay awake.
Waking up Felix feels a hand stroking his hair the same way his mother always did, from the top of his crown down to the nape of his neck. Her fingers would gently lift the ends of his hair to fall and brush back against in head.
Felix's eyes flicker open to see the person sat beside him. They have light blue jeans with flowers embroidered on and a silk red flowing top on. Turning to see their face Felix couldn't believe it, it is his mum. She is smiling so brightly that it makes Felix want to smile but her eyes show pain and sadness, she's been crying.
Observing around the room Felix recognises that it is his old room from back home. Not much has changed it looks the same as before he packed to move to Korea.
"How are you feeling baby?" Felix's mums' sweet voice serenades his ears.
"Tired." Felix let's out with a little hum.
"I'll go to make you dinner. You stay here and rest." With those words, she slowly stood up and walked out the room closing the door shut behind her.
The door was opposite of Felix, to the left of the bed. Felix would have a mirror hang on the back of the door so when he was leaving he could check his out for, or for moments like this be able to the marks left against his skin. With the door now shut Felix can see it; the swollen black eyes, dried blood from his nose and lips and who's know what other pains are hidden under the covers.
Waiting for his mum to finish cooking Felix decides to rest some more and closes his eyes. Suddenly the bedroom door swings open, the mirror bouncing against the wood, and there in the doorway stands the same angry drunk as always.
"Wake the fuck up you little shit!" His voice rawring as the bottle once gripped in hand smashing against the bottom of Felix's bed. Felix shifts further into the bed as his father step closer to him.
"WAKE UP!" He yells again but something is different about his voice.
Soon he kneeling by Felix's bed while shaking him and screaming for him to wake up. Felix is scared he doesn't what is going on his father, he has never behaved in this way and Felix is lying there visually awake so why is he screaming.
"Please wake up Felix!" Felix's fathers' voice is not the voice he is hearing it's someone else that Felix knows but he can't remember who.
"I'm sorry Felix." His father says as he lifts his hand and sends it flying down across Felix's cheek.
Like a fish gasping for air Felix sits up finding himself back at school, the once locked door in front now open wide.
"You're okay." A pair of arms wrap themselves around Felix's shoulders, whoever it has the same voice from his dream. "Come on let's get out of here Chan is worried sick about you right now." The person stands in front of Felix reaching out there hands.
Felix takes ahold of them as they left him back to standing on his own feet again. Wobbling a little Feix falls into their chest, it hurts a little as they have very strong muscle.
"I'm sor-" Felix looks up to apologise and sees Changbin holding him. "Why are you here?" Felix pushes himself off of Changbin and brushes the dust off himself.
"Chan is off-campus so he called me and Jisung to try and find you. You should have heard his voice I'm not surprised he was so scared because when I found you, you were passed right out I even had to slap you to wake you up." Felix is struggling to keep up with Changbin as he is speaking so fast, Changbin seems to be scared as well.
"Should we go to Chan then?" Felix gives a big smile which helps Changbin to calm slightly.
"That's a good idea." Changbin holds the door for Felix and closes it behind them. Changbin carefully watching Felix as he walks making sure he doesn't fall or hurt himself. Chan would not let him go if anything happens to Felix.
Felix is feeling a little on edge as they walk through the corridors with sensing Changbins eyes every so often watching him and the strange dream he has just had. How is it that no matter what whenever Felix closes his eyes he is always brought back home, to a world divided by love and pain.
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This will be updated every TuesdayAlso I need to say that I do not believe Felix's father is a mean and violent man this is for fictional purpose in the creation of a story. I am extremely thankful to both of Felix parents for bringing him into the world and letting him move to Korea to be able to show the world the amazing person they have raised him to be.
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