One year later.
Idiots!
They don't even look at where they're heading? They must be freshmen, i recognize the height and the hair color of one of them.
I don't want to waste time collecting my books from the floor!
"Excuse me.."
Now what? It's not like i need any more disturbance this morning. At first the coffee machine broke down. The second thing is I got hit by a bike. Ouch! And now some newbie trying to use me as a tourist guide.
I took my books not giving a damn about anything else, organized them, and then looked directly to the boy.
"Hi!" He said. And here we go, another reason for girls to giggle about... in this high school. A handsome lost dude.
"Yeah?"
"I'm new here..." so what? Want me to congratulate you?
"And?"
"Um..." i don't understand, I'm not even cute, just psycho.
I look like an old, hungry vampire, and the blood is a peaceful thing called 'loneliness' that i haven't drink since last year.
Then again, I hate those kinds of awkward discussions, no dear, i don't have time for love stories, i don't have time for anything.
Got this.
"GET THE HELL OUT OF MY FACE...LIKE NOW!" I hope he find his Barbie between the girls behind me standing on the edge of the fountain, i noticed them flickering to him before i raised my head.
I want to tear their heads and bodies apart, just like I did to my dolls when i was an innocent kid.
I'm already five minutes late on my PE class.
"What the hell was that?!" I heard one of the dolls saying before i walked to class.
He probably put on a bet, that he will get the quiet nerd to date him...the usual high school/college bulls.
I'll make them pay on another day...
Unless he wants his head flying in the air too, only then, no one should blame the nerd for taking her chance, should they?
I changed my clothes as fast as possible and headed outside to the field. It's a beautiful sunny day!
"Today, all we are going to do is train our muscles under pressure"
Why do PE teachers always talk nonsense, he could've just said 'we going to run!». Simplicity is the key to efficiency. Did I just make up a quote?
I'm sweaty, tired, dehydrated. The awful combination you would ever hear a girl complain about.
I should have brought some sweets, I can feel my legs getting numbed, this isn't good, I'm going to faint.
All i can think of is a sweaty hand picking me up from the floor. ew . I'd rather die, we don't even know what's after that kind of contact, bacteria and germs transferring to my cloth then to my skin, then to who knows. It's terrifying!
I'm terrifying...
Oh no! It's dark again!
***
-Where am I? Jean? Pale?
-yes?
-Pale! What's happening? Why am I laying in this bed? It's the hospital right?
-yes, it is, you fainted.
-oh yeah, I remember hearing Jean screaming.
-yeah, he tried to reach out for you to pick you up, but he couldn't, his situation got worst when he saw you like that...i mean psychically at first-
-what do you mean by at first?
-He passed out yesterday's night...
-what? It - it COULDN'T BE! I-I 'M...HE WAS ALRIGHT!
-by yesterday I meant twelve days after you fainted in his hospital room.
-Haa?!!....I've been sleeping for more than twelve days?!
-you've been in coma for more than twelve days...
-wait!...i...coma?...why?...and why weren't you surprised when I woke up?...i don't understand!
-yes coma, and i wasn't, still not, cause I'm not supposed too.
-what do you mean by that?
-i mean nothing because i know nothing, and I'm nothing. Forget about me, and stop memorizing era's names. Pale isn't a good name anyway, it's all in your head.
***
It's all in your head. That's it.
It's been a year now since Jean's death, three hundred seventy days to be exact.
I did change.
Or at least what I think I did.
Maybe i didn't, maybe I'm just calmer now...why?
I don't see Angel anymore, he's gone, I'm not going to lie, I missed him, talking to him precisely.
After all, he was just a fabrication of my imagination, my mind. That's what the therapist i went to said, she's kind.
Although she don't know it, yet, that kindness is going to ruin her if she doesn't defend herself in the near future, her husband cheats on her with her knowledge, her face tells everything, everyone's face holds something, there must be something. Of course not just that, but because I noticed his unexpected visits to one of our neighbors, a lonely woman. I found Seth's face-the therapist- full and colored with sadness and horror, painted on top with a light layer of pure kindness, which makes it so easily to break after the first shock. She'll need about another ten days to report it to the cops. I hope he likes prisons variety of meals, as much as he likes the variety of women he couldn't handle.
My eighteen years old brain actually handled a lot of shocks too, but I don't have layers, or shields, i have "I don't care, I'll do what I want and what makes me happy." line interrupting me in every decision I do.
Like abusing Cancer...or Death.
But then again, i don't know what makes me happy...
I wasn't crazy, never. Thoughtful maybe, still now, just not as much.
I was different; at least I didn't have lack of imagination as my grandma said. My grandma's death was a tragedy, because my mom died after her. I didn't live with my mom that much. She committed suicide when i was five, right in front of my eyes, all I can remember are her legs hanging from the roof.
I'm a senior in high school, still struggling with homework and noisy classmates, but I'm expecting the worst in college, so i better not complain.
That's if i go to college...
After that small memory i recalled, I've been awaking by the school's nurse. It's so calm in here.
I got up, and walked the long corridors to the front door, as i did, the bell rungs. Glad.
"Didn't miss me?"
I heard that familiar voice behind me and my heart skipped a beat. No, two actually, maybe I'm dead.
Paleozoic.
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