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He teared up and couldn't hold himself hugging and again reuniting with his deceased mother.

His harsh, strict, and complex personality changed back into a child. A normal reaction to seeing a deceased loved one.

Her mother walked over towards the other kids playing in the ground and street, she asked what happened and why her son suddenly got teary eyed in the side while sitting on a recycled tire.

Quiapo, Dr. Torres Renato's Hometown is located in Manila the capital city of the Philippines. His home is in an area located near the slums.

The ground the kids are playing at is a paved path to an abandoned mansion inside the inner area of the street.

Her mother got nothing out of the kids and so came back to his son.

"Are you tired? go inside and take a break for now." She said to Renato as she comforts him.

After getting back inside his tears can't seem to stop. His feeling of happiness, overjoyed him to the point of crying, he let out his pent up sadness from years ago.

Time passed and eventually the feeling eventually calmed down and regained his composure. He moved in front of a cabinet and climbed to see the calendar.

10th of March 2012 He returned to this date from 2069 two weeks after the Nobel Prize.

As a scientist he's aware that the concept of time travel is widely accepted as impossible to achieve, but he cannot doubt what he is experiencing right now, as he is currently reliving his life.

"It already happened, there's no point denying, this may be a hallucination, dream, or what they call your life flash before your very eyes." He thought and decided to worry and find how later, for now he'll enjoy his time as a child again.

A Day has passed.

Tap Tap Tap. Someone is calling his name. "Nato.. Nato.. wake up nato you have school."

He opened his eyes and the light from the bulb flashed him and sent him awake. He slowly lifted his body and rubbed his eyes with his arm.

Her mother escorted him to the bathroom where there is a half full bucket of water.

"wait here, I'll get the warm water." she says and leaves Renato alone in the bathroom.

"Why do I still feel sleepy, I'm usually so lively-, right it's because of the wonder drug, I don't have it anymore, my mind and body was so used to it that without it I feel so weak."

He then wiggled his body around and to make his senses wake completely he took a tabo filled with cold water and poured it to himself. After that his mother returned and so him shivering from the cold water.

Waking up at 4:00 in the morning to attend school all over again he thought. "I wish I could still sleep a bit more."

His father is waiting for him outside to ride him to the school using a motorcycle. His father is also forced to wake up because of this but said nothing because this is the norm.

He then hugged his father riding the motorcycle and they drove off. While he hugged his father again his eyes teared up but using his hand hile sweep the tears from his face.

They arrived at the school and his father told him to behave in school and not to make trouble and follow his teacher. His father then kissed him on the forehead and waved him goodbye.

He went inside past the gate but then he realized he forgot where his building and room were.

He saw other kids close to his age and followed them. "Right, This is the 3rd grade building." He said and slowly walked past the corridors and one by one checked the rooms for familiar faces.

On the 2nd floor of the building in the second room he saw someone familiar, a classmate who also is his friend from this year.

"What is his name again?" He thought of himself and as he walked inside the room he tried to recall the names and faces of his former classmates.

He then sits on the empty table on the 4th row on the side of the window. Kids from the 2nd row stared at him for a while.

He then recalled that his school life is not that easy. He stood up from the sit and moved to the empty seat at the 3rd row close to the window from the other side of the room.

The classmates that were staring at him from before turned their backs and talked to him.

"It's good you moved from there before he sees you." Said the student was wearing a blue framed eye glasses.

"We thought, you've lost your mind!" Said another one of his classmates.

He still couldn't recall some of their names, but thankfully they have their ID, he slowly took a glimpse of their ID.

Then their first period teacher walked in, A short haired lady holding textbooks.

"Ah!! Math for the first time in the morning? I still want to sleep." He classmate sitting behind said while tapping his feet on Renato's chair.

This angered him quickly, his impatient and hot tempered personality made it difficult for him to listen to the lectures.

After somewhile he turned around and asked the classmate to stop tapping his chair with his feet.

"Huh?! Turn back around and don't order me, listen while I'm still asking or I'll beat your ass later!" He said and gestured his hand to go away.

The teacher saw them. "Boys at the back would you like to share what you are talking about?"

They remained silent and did not respond to the teacher.

"I see, Michael stand up and go in front of the board and answer number 2." He stood up and picked up a chalk, he then dropped the chalk and replied "I do not know ma'am."

She then asked him to open up both of his palm facing up, and using a pale stick she hit him and asked him to return to his seat. He returned to his seat glaring at Renato while his teeth were clenching and looked at him with an angry expression, He then sat and kicked Renato's chair hard.

"Mr. Torres, stood up and went in front of the board, and answered number 2."

He stood up and walked in front of the class, picking up the chalk and answering the equation in seconds. He returned to his seat as the teacher asked.

She then said the answer is correct and asked him who thought of him and replied "I studied using the textbooks."

"You learned it yourself?! I still haven't taught this yet until now, and even using the textbook will be hard." She said and then also praised him.

The bully leaned his head besides Renato as the math teacher left the room. "You are smart, who would have known?!" He said sarcastically.

The strict English teacher entered the room. In this class whenever she enters the room the use of their native language "Filipino or Tagalog" is strictly prohibited, if a word from Tagalog is said they will be ordered to stand up and listen to the lectures behind.

The class started but still the bully didn't stop the kicking, but the teacher noises the tapping of shoe.

"What's that sound? In this column I hear something, why did it stop?" She said walking behind the class. This made the bully stopped.

The teacher continued his lecture. After a while the bully again continued to kick his chair again. The teacher again heard the tapping of the Bully's shoe.

"I can't with those tapping! who is it in that side?!" She asked frustratedly while stomping.

Renato raised his hand, the called him to stand up and speak and he said that his being bullied by his classmate and pointed at the bully.

Finally getting the chance he took it. The teacher kicked him out of his class and instead of making him stand at the back she made him stand on the corridors while holding textbooks with a straight arm.

The bully is not mad, while standing on the hallway he is talking of ways to beat up Renato, and also telling the main bully about what Renato done to him.

After 50 minutes of lecture the teacher made a recitation of the lectures. She then give the bully a chance and asked him a question.

But the bully cannot answer, instead of listening to the lecture he has other things in mind.

3rd period is now starting they left the room and went to the open field to start their P.E class.

3rd period this when the students are forced to wake their still sleepy mind if the two first periods are still not enough for them.

The students formed a line according to their seats. The bully pushed him and he ended up falling to the ground.

This angered Renato, and when the stretching exercises started he overly stretched his hips and arms, then opened his arms hitting the bully in the jaw from the back, while the teacher was looking in front for the others to imitate.

Renato quickly turned around completely and the bully was about to throw a punch he used his left foot to do a calf kick and sweep the bully to the ground.

A hard stomp sound alerted the teacher and walked over to ask if he is okay. The bully then replied "I'm okay sir I just tripped."

The whole time the bully tried to get back at Renato but each time he evaded the attacks.

"Since when is he this athletic? This SPED dare to humiliate me!?!" He thought as he cleched his first and teeth and stomped the ground.

The third period ended and the start of their breaktime.

For breaktime he walks to the canteen to get something to eat, while walking he notices someone running towards him.

He turned his head and moved his body to evade a punch from the bully and from the back kicked him shoving him to the ground.

"I could beat you up if I wanted to but that would cause me trouble" unlike the past I was cowardly to fight back to avoid getting trouble, but now I don't care anymore school cannot determine if you succeed.

In the past I thought that if I don't fight and avoid violence as long as I pass it'll be okay. But even avoiding violence didn't work, I kept getting blamed but at that time I was too scared to fight back and get blamed again.

When the teachers talk to me they threaten me that if I don't stop they will expel me and I believe in that. Even though they started everything I got blamed.

Eventually the whole 3rd grade knows who I am and each year passed up to the 6th grade more and more come to bully me. They took advantage of my fear of expulsion.

The way I act towards them changed they called me SPED and because of my weird behaviour and my mannerisms.

But with all that I didn't get depressed I don't care what they say, I may become sad and lonely from time to time but I didn't fall into depression.

Because of the bullying it's hard for me too get my grades up. I had many things I used to cope with the bullying games, sports, writing, and reading.

But then my mother got trapped in our house while it caught on fire. That's when all it goes downhill. Her death pushed me to depression, my mother who cared most for me died.

I was in state of shock, I didn't cry hell I didn't even know how I felt at that time. Past, Years, Decades have past but I still didn't cry. At some point I thought I lost my emotions but that's not it. Maybe I didn't loved my mother that's why I didn't fell any kind of sadness in me.

I have become so lost in thought and stopped to accept her death, I am in complete denial.

I had difficulties reading people's emotions, actions, and facial expressions. I also developed a difficulty to make accurate predictions and I became apologetic and every time I make mistakes I felt like I had difficulties learning from those mistakes.

When I reached highschool I thought the bullying will stopped because I attended a school far from our place to avoid my former classmates and that worked but I can't avoid the bullies.

Having experience the bullying when I avoid to fight. I bluff my way and used my height, size and voice. I became manipulative and boastful to hide my real personality.

Slowly and surely I lost myself from the praise and became one of them to avoid being their prey. I made a poor decision of bluffing, because when they found out from a transfer student who is also my former bully, they turned their back against me.

I can't blame them, I posed as one of them. I used my words instead of actions. I'm lying if I said I didn't know that this will eventually happen.

I didn't grow to hate myself but the opposite, I loved myself and resent anyone than my family. I stopped trusting and became distant from friends, right I don't have that.

I developed the habit to imagine scenarios in my head and talk to my self as a coping to the bullying.

Then at some point I felt bored and something was missing from my life, thrill and enjoyment. I became aware of my traits and identified them as psychopathic traits.

I tried to avoid becoming one by distracting myself by learning new skills, and one of those are chemistry I became interested and decided to took chemistry as my major course in college.

But the life of bullying is something I can't escape and it followed me.

But at that time I became so lost and depressed that even the distractions cannot kept me entertained and so that Is when I made a mistake of letting my anger take over. I took a life.