The lost energy

1- Silvia

"Karolyn"

That voiced swirled in my head, softly. As it always does.

"Karolyn"

The voice has rarely gone away. It doesn't matter how many schools I go to or people I meet, the voice finds it's way back to me eventually.

"Karolyn"

This is the voice of my best friend. My dead best friend.

"Karolyn"

This is the only voice I want to remember, Silvia's. We were six the last time she saw me, she was wearing her favorite pink plaid dress.

"Karolyn come play"

Those were her last words to me. That child-like voice came from the most accepting person I've ever met, even if she was six. I'm not sure if she would be proud of me with where I'm at now. To be more specific, standing outside of Leipzig Drí, the latest school on my long list of attended schools, which I'll probably be kicked out of in a month. My parents had practically ran through every available school as far from where they live in Maryland as possible. I suppose after being kicked out of so many schools, they decided the farther away I was, the better. My parents are highly respected in the community, both being Judges of the Federal court. It would be bad publicity if their one and only child was infamous for being a reject, huh? I don't want to see or remember them. Last I had seen them they had called me a "freak" and sent me off again. That was seven years ago.

As I walk the stone steps to the somber building(which looked more like a castle), a slow chill slithers up my spine and almost makes me drop my suitcase. The school's large, brick frame, the flames lighting the walls from old fashion torches, and the plethora of towers on every corner gave it a dauntingly medieval appearance. The fact that it was nearing midnight added to the disturbingly eerie sensation this "school" was giving me. As soon as I reach for the dragon shaped knocker on the double wooden doors(sheesh. How old is this place?), they both creak slowly open to reveal an elderly man clad in a floor length black robe with a silk red trim. His features looked deceptively young, aside from a long white beard and balding head. If he was freshly shaven, he could easily mislead anyone into believing him to be a young man.

"Hello, young miss. I am headmaster Wita, and you would be Karolyn Uradel, if I'm not mistaken. It is Leipzig's pleasure to have you." The deep, velvety tone of his voice threw me off guard. He sounded polite and respectful yet his tone was mixed with power and an incomprehensible sagaciousness. "Please, allow me to show you to your room. Inside is your schedule, school uniform, and handbook. Please review the schedule and handbook closely so you may better understand how our school functions on a normal day. The dorms are co-ed, however you currently have no roommate. Please, follow me." As I follow him, he leads me through a series of winding staircases and vast, open spaces. When we've finally climbed at least six flights of stairs, my eyes have adjusted to the dim lighting and I can clearly see the red rug in every hallway, bordered by small tables holding flowers and portraits that look aged and fragile. The doors are numbered and as we walk by, I read each number in my head, for the moment keeping Silvia's voice at bay. 601.. 602.. 603.. "This is it," Headmaster Wita says stopping in front of room 604, opposite a large, barred window. "I'm sure you'll find the dorm very generous in size. Breakfast is from 5 AM to 9 AM. Tomorrow is Saturday, therefore we will not have school. Lunch will be served at noon. I have arranged to have someone show you around tomorrow, he should be stopping by your room at approximately 7 AM. Please be ready. Here is your key."

"Yes, sir. Thank you." He bows his head and backs away until turning around and walking briskly down the hall. I unlock the door to my room and step inside. It takes me a moment to find the light switch. I'm somewhat surprised they even have electricity in this place... The room is easily the largest I've stayed in, yet still cozy. The walls are lined with a grey wallpaper and the ceiling is sloped with wooden planks for stability. There are two beds on each side of the room and two dressers against the wall at the foot of each beds. One bed is made up with three items on it, of which I presume to be my handbook, schedule, and school uniform. I take off my shoes and feel the plush grey carpet under my feet and wedging softly between my toes. Normally the amount of grey would create a more drab look, however it feels warm and comforting to be surrounded by.