He healed Me

~chapter one~✔️

~chapter one~

Dario didn't know what he was supposed to do here. He hadn't done anything big this time, my God, don't wet your shirts, a broken door handle, there were sooo many of them here at the high school. Even at the door to the principal's office he had just entered. But maybe these bastards hadn't even noticed.

"Dario!" the Delfrati called. He flinched in his chair.

"The director is talking to you." She added in a low voice: "Rivets."

rivet. The Delfrati simply knew how to motivate her students. Dario was already used to rivets. What he couldn't take, however, was what she had said to him earlier in front of the assembled class, which had blown his fuses. "You're a loser, Dario, you'll never get anywhere," she had said to him.

"Everyone knows that, right? Your father too. That's why he took off. She'd said that to him in front of the whole class, just like it didn't matter. And Dario had stood up, his eyes narrowed to narrow slits, his hands clenched tightly, and everyone had thought he was going to lunge at them, his arms had been shaking so badly. Instead, he'd stormed out of the classroom, slamming the door behind him so hard the handle blew off like a cork from a champagne bottle.

"Dario," said the director. His voice was bone dry. "You know why you're here?" Was that a question? "You're here because you finally have to take responsibility for yourself."

Dario stared at his forehead. The base of the toupee peeked out from between the artificial hair like a rough seam. Like in the old Frankenstein movies. Dario had to grin and looked down.

"You think that's funny?"

"No. I was thinking of something else."

"Of course, as always. Don't worry, I'll let you go in a moment, I have no intention of lecturing you here at length, I now know that such a thing is pointless. The director got up, went to the window and looked out with his chin jutting out. "Don't you notice that the wind is different today?" He returned to the desk and took a piece of paper from a file folder. "Here, please," he said, holding it under his nose. "As of today you are registered with the voluntary care support of this facility."

The Delfrati giggled derisively.

"Volunteers...", Dario repeated stammering.

"... Nursing support," added the director for him. "What do you mean" he stood up and paced around the desk  "that from now until a date to be determined, you're going to look after the 'less fortunate people who attend this school."

Dario glanced over at the Delfrati. She grinned like she was im

would have won the lottery. "How now... about disabled people!?"

"No, about people with special abilities. You should memorize this expression, because you will use it from now on."

Dario said nothing about it. The director turned on his heels and

returned behind his desk. “You're a smart little fellow. I'm sure you will surprise us all. Tomorrow you start."

He waved his hand in farewell and went back to his papers. Dario got up and went to the door.

"By the way, I'm warning you," the director added without looking up from his desk. "One more stupid thing like that and you've got a real problem. Then you won't get away so easily." Dario didn't answer. He just turned and grabbed it door handle. The handle snapped off with a resounding KRAAACKS.