Second Life: A Second Chance

Doucet (I)

I sit comfortably on this soft leather chair of mine. Although I am at full ease in my chair, I cannot help but withstand this odd feeling of tenseness and anxiety continuing to bother me for hours now. It is perhaps impossible to even begin explaining this odd annoyance of such unusual combinations of both calmness and nervousness occurring within me. Perhaps I am merely exhausted from the long day? No, no, that cannot be it. That is too easy of an assumption. I continue to stare at the letter with much envy, wanting to open it but resisting to do so. I am hesitant, waiting for some sort of a sign to tell me the time is right to finally be able to read its contents. Giving up on waiting, I stand upright from the chair and walk across the room to close the blinds near the door. I am going to have to call it a night and try again tomorrow, but as luck would have it, my wait might as well be called over. I spot one of my students walking by through the main window toward the compound fence. Rarely have I ever seen a student of mine stay within the fenced compound area for so long. I immediately rush to open the door, calling him over soon after. 

"Wespedez!" I yell, but am ignored so I try again. 

I call his attention but I continue to receive no response from him. As I am not one to quit, even at anything small, I persist. I call him again and he looks to me, but I notice something is off. He looks downtrodden and even angry, with an expression that used to relate to mine long ago, an expression that appears to be him staring death right at the eye. Smelling putrid as hell, I say nothing and invite him inside the classroom anyway, telling him to sit on one of the desk-chair attachments while I move several paper things from the desk. He is quite shy today, maybe a bit too shy. Usually he is one of the few chaps who actually manages to stay awake during my teachings, even enjoy them.

I sit down on my blue chair and look at him from across my desk. 

"Hi, how are you Wespedez?" I ask with caution and politeness in my tone. 

He ignores me which begins to irritate me but I let go of it, continuing on, receiving more silence as a result of it. I just want to chat with somebody. Why is that a hard favor to ask of somebody? I attempt to initiate a discussion with him while closing the door but he insists on staying quiet. I ask him for a fifth time now, hoping he is all right. 

"What's wrong Wespedez?" I ask, but all I am given from him is silence. 

I look straight ahead at him, trying to reassure him with a relaxed demeanor but still nothing.

"You can confide in me. I may be your teacher but I do not follow the absolute law. I won't report you at all if it deals with any bad kind of sort, please just tell me what's wrong."

"Yeah, sure." responds the unemotional human. 

"Wespedez please, just tell me what is on your mind," I say, while still receiving silence from him as usual. 

I insist on finding out what troubles him even at the face of complete and utter shutout. 

"Caemanor," I say while walking up to him from the desk, pleading him now to say a word. 

"Please tell me what is wrong. I am here to help." Still nothing. 

"Please, I am here for you if anything bothers you. You can trust me," I continue on, hoping I can break through to him.

After asking for what seems so many times, I sit on my chair in defeat and simply stare at him. He stares back and then looks away in an almost anger-like fashion. I ask him for the twentieth time but am still met with continued silence. Twenty minutes have at least passed with utter silence continuing to remain throughout the room. 

"Caemanor, please, please, please, just tell me. What is going on?" I say, but my words still are of no use at all as he refuses to back down from his silent treatment toward me, with his body language hinting at as if I was the one at fault here. I start to lose it after another question.