Div-A's Story (Highschool of Desillusion)

Chapitre 17 : At the beginning...

   Flowers are blooming beneath my feet. In this garden from memories... I open my eyes and I see... I see my friends, so far of me. I can't touch them. I dream I can be next to them again.

    Flowers are withering next to me. My memories disappear.

    I'm lonely in this garden... I'm lonely today. Tomorow will be the same as today.

« Where are you ?

I don't know.

Who am I ?

Helia. It's my name. But what else ? Is that how I identifiy myself ?

I don't know.

I'm a Div-A. I am the Div-A.

Where are they ?

In the highschool.

What else ?

They are as close as they are far from me. I want us to gather.

You can do it.

Seriously ?

Yes. But not alone. You need to see him.

So I will see him. »

    It's time to wake up from this strange dream. It's time to leave this pathetic garden.

    It's time to leave the garden of my sins, the garden of my memories.

    It's my second year in the highschool Jan Lievens. I'm in 1ere E with my old friend Pandapoule. But I didn't only want to see her. I want to see them all.

    I rememenber my dream... In this one, a voice tell me to see him. It's a good suggestion.

    So I go upstair. I hear a gentle music... I knock at the door, a voice ask me to enter. The old boy is on his big chair. He looks at me with a mysterious smile. Why him ? I shudder.

« So what is your question ? He tells drily.

- Hum... I want your precious help... I answer nervously.

- How can I help you ?

- I was a member of the Div-A.

- The Div-A ?

- Yes... It's an idol group. I was the leader.

- Oh... And how can I help you ? He say sarcastic.

- Hum... I made you a member list. Can you gather them again ? If you do it, I will help you...

- You can't help me... So I don't want to help you. Go away. Sorry, goodbye. »

    Ouch... Sadly, I come out the classroom. He can't help me. No one can help me.

    I walk in the hallways, dragging my feet on the floor, lonely. In the end, I'm still alone.

    The following day, my phone rings. I don't know this number. I answer the call. I hear the voice of Stan Van der König talking to me.

« Hey little girl. I thought on your question... And... I think I can help you. I want nothing in return. So don't be sad, I will gather all of your friend. See you ! »

    He hangs up.

    I'm so glad ! I cheer with joy. Someone look at me with interested eyes. I just ignore him.

    My dream did not mistaken me. This fucking old boy will help me.

    With his help I will have my power again... What a wonderful dream !

   I wish you were here.