To Be Antagonist Girl

12:nightmare

It was nearing the conclusion of the final major class, and most teachers had already departed. Many students had flocked to the stadium to watch the internal basketball game, filling the venue with the excited cheers and screams of female supporters.

Ryan was practicing basketball, torn between reminding Lucas of their

The broadcast time has already passed... Everyone was thinking this way, but Thalia's voice suddenly came through the speakers.

Thalia: "This is Thalia, the head of the Broadcasting Club. I have an announcement to make. Regarding the recent incidents of micro-bullying that have occurred on campus, I hereby solemnly proclaim that any future occurrences, from this moment onward, that have any degree of impact on Alia, our freshman compatriot from the Finance Department, will be met with strict adherence to our institutional regulations. Furthermore, let no one misunderstand the gravity of my words. Consider this a personal challenge that I am prepared to meet head-on."

With these words, the broadcast concluded, abruptly cutting off its transmission.

A moment of profound silence seemed to descend upon the commercial college, its atmosphere suddenly transformed by the weighty announcement.

The intricacies of enforcing institutional regulations were not the primary concern. More significant was Thalia's unambiguous intention to safeguard Alia, her compatriot and now apparent protégée.

With Seraphina already in Alia's corner, Thalia's declaration effectively doubled the freshman's protective force. If Lucas, CainNoah, and the other influential young men who reigned supreme over the student council and basketball court were the untouchable princes of the commercial college, then Thalia and Seraphina were undoubtedly its formidable queens, presiding over various clubs and organizations with iron fists.

Regardless of Alia's background or status, one thing was now certain: she was no longer a target to be trifled with.

Cain smirked playfully as he scored another point in the middle of a game, his thoughts turning towards the freshman who had suddenly become the center of attention.

"Alia..." he murmured, a spark of interest igniting in his eyes.

Lucas's fingers tapped rhythmically on his desk, his mind racing as he processed the emergence of another protector for Alia, this time in the form of the formidable Thalia.

Meanwhile, in a private room deep within the broadcasting studio, Alia, her head bowed as she carefully tied the buttons of her uniform, couldn't help but smile to herself.

"How heroic and gallant Thalia is," she thought, her heart filled with gratitude. "In the future, please continue to bravely stand in front of me. Don't let go of my hand, because I am Alia, and I need someone to protect me."

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This is yet another vast ocean of roaring flames, with blazing fires visible everywhere. Alia is being swallowed by the fiery glow, not just Alia... but her own essence as well... It hurts... The agony is unbearable...

Ethan: "Elena! Elena!" Ethan gently shook Elena, his brow furrowed as he watched her lying motionless in bed, her eyes tightly shut, sweat beading on her forehead as she shook her head repeatedly.

Ethan: "Did you have a nightmare? Elena! Wake up!"

Ethan had come to deliver something to Elena. He knocked on the door but received no response. Thinking she might have retired early for the day, he was about to turn away when he heard a sound emanating from within.Upon opening the door, he found Elena sleeping peacefully yet seemingly tormented by a nightmarish vision, her brows furrowed and whimpering continuously while her eyes remained firmly shut.

Ethan quickly approached the bed and roused her from her slumber.

Ethan: "Elena..."Elena's expression was still clouded as she opened her eyes. Ethan called her name again with concern, gripping her shoulders firmly without releasing his hold.Elena slowly lifted her head, tears streaming down her cheeks, her gaze fixed unwaveringly on Ethan.

Ethan: "Elena! Elena... Are you alright?"

Ethan was startled by her tears.

Ethan: "Don't be afraid, it was merely a nightmare."

Elena remained dazed, tears spilling freely from her eyes like a faucet turned on full.

Yes, it was merely a nightmare, yet she had truly traversed its dark realm.All those agonizing, despair-filled experiences had merged with Elena, molding her into the person she is today.

So... I will never forgive you for making me this way.Elena suddenly threw herself into Ethan's embrace, wrapping her arms tightly around his neck and pressing her upper body fully against him.

Her attire was insufficiently warm, causing Ethan to feel a twinge of embarrassment as an unfamiliar sensation washed over him, prompting him to instinctively push her away. However, upon touching her, he froze mid-motion due to the chilling sensation that crept across his neck.

"brother..." Elena whispered, burying her face against Ethan's neck. Her tears mingled with the warmth of her breath, causing Ethan to shudder slightly.

As Elena wept and whispered Ethan's name, he reached out to soothe her with gentle pats on her back. "I'm here, don't be afraid," he whispered reassuringly.

Elena sobbed uncontrollably, hugging Ethan's neck tighter. "brother... I'm scared...brother..." she cried.

"Don't be afraid, it was just a dream. Be good," Ethan said, patiently continuing to comfort her. Although she was a year younger than him, they were in the same grade, and in this moment, she seemed like a child in his arms.

"It was just a dream, Elena," Ethan repeated, but Elena remained silent. She shook her head vigorously, tears spilling down Ethan's neck and spilling over his collarbone.

Unable to inquire about the contents of her dream, Ethan resorted to comforting her with continued pats on her back.

After an indeterminate amount of time, Elena's face was a mask of tears. She cried until she was exhausted and finally drifted off to sleep in Ethan's arms.

Ethan sighed softly and gently laid Elena down on the bed, covering her with the blanket. He sat beside the bed for a moment, lost in thought. His little sister, despite having grown up, was still the same as when she was young...

Four years old at that tender age, Elena, who had hitherto remained aloof and uncommunicative, unexpectedly crept into his sickbed on the fateful night of his fever. Silently, she presented him with a comforting hot water bottle and timidly whispered:

Elena: "Brother... your speedy recovery awaits..."

From that auspicious evening onward, she habitually lurked behind the door's threshold, her eyes filled with an unspoken longing as she gazed at him. Gradually, the two siblings, who had hitherto led separate lives, began to forge an inseparable bond, spending their days entwined in each other's lives.

Elena's fondness for his side grew increasingly profound. Whenever feasts were in abundance, she eagerly shared the bounty with him; whenever merriment beckoned, she eagerly dragged him along to partake in the fun. Whenever academic challenges befuddled her, she would flee to his chamber with her textbooks in tow, and he would patiently elucidate each intricate concept to her. Somehow, the memory of the quiet, reserved little girl had faded into oblivion, replaced by a vibrant, joyful, and optimistic brother, whose closeness surpassed even their own parents.

The door gently closed behind Ethan as he tiptoed out, leaving Elena to her slumber. Hours later, Elena, who had been lying motionless in bed with regular breaths, calmly opened her eyes. A nightmare... that dreaded nightmare that had haunted her for aeons... Beneath the blanket, her hand clenched into a fist, and her body trembled faintly. The sensation of being slowly consumed by flames coursed through her entire being, fuelling her vow to never let those who had inflicted such horror escape unpunished, regardless of their identity. That night, she lay awake, and the following morning, Elena appeared pale and wan.

Ethan inquired with a hint of concern as they walked side by side to school, "Did the nightmares persist through the night?" Elena nodded gently in response. Ethan gazed at her, who walked with her head bowed, and softly inquired further.

Ethan: "Elena, can you share with me what you dreamed about?"

Elena remained silent for an extended period, eventually lifting her head to lock eyes with Ethan. Instead of answering his question, she posed her own:

Elena: "Brother... Will you ever abandon me?"

Ethan was momentarily stunned by her inquiry, grappling with how to respond. His heart desired to deny it, but he knew deep down that someday, he and Elena would both wed and their lives would be filled with other significant individuals. And yet, he couldn't bring himself to deceive his beloved sister. She was his most cherished sibling...