Chapitre 5: The new girl (2)
Aiden and Maika stayed outside the classroom, as the intimidating teacher had asked. A few seconds passed, and the strange silence was almost unbearable for the boy.
—Ehehe… Do you want to know why I carry this? —Laughing uncomfortably, he put his hand in his pants pocket to take out the container with the pills.
He put it at the height of his shoulders, so that the curious girl could see it clearly, and began to shake it, bouncing the contents.
—UhK! No, not really! —the girl immediately responded to the question.
The reason Aiden said this was because of the annoying feeling of someone watching you, and it is even more annoying when the person watching is right next to you. In that sense, he could understand why she was annoyed before.
Maika had been staring at him fixedly with a quite intrigued expression, as if saying: What is that? What are they talking about? I want to know!
Her attempt to hide this fact only makes her look childish in his eyes.
«Her personality is somewhat different from what I imagined», thought Aiden, followed by a gesture pretending to clear his throat and continued.
—There was once a boy who all his life, well, precisely since he remembers, has seen things that other people don't seem to notice are there.
In his experience and reading of the girl's personality in front of him, he determined that this was the best way to explain this particularity of his.
—Did he see ghosts and those things? —Asked Maika, genuinely interested in the nonsense that Aiden was stammering.
—Uh… like the one behind you!? …boo…
There was no reaction from the girl, just a blank expression for a second that seemed minutes to Aiden.
He was starting to worry: «Did I make a bad reading of her personality?» Thought the young man — the answer was, of course, yes —. Ready to change strategies, Aiden tried to say something, but a node in his throat prevented any sound from coming out.
He wanted to dig a hole in the firm ground, but then something happened he was not expecting.
—Hahahahaaa… Ah…ah…
The surprised one was him. Maika's laughter was such that this time Aiden needed a real throat clearing before continuing. He didn't know if he should feel embarrassed or proud with himself.
—No, no ghosts, fairies or other spirits, none of those fantasy things. What I see is similar to smoke, like brushstrokes of black ink on a white canvas. That's what my eyes perceive.
—What causes it? —Asked Maika.
—They never told me what was wrong with me. The diagnosis I heard most was: There may be something wrong with the connection in my optic nerves, but they didn't detect exactly what was wrong, so it had to be something prompted by psychological distress. Like being overcharged with something.
Unlike the words before, full of enthusiasm and energy, at the end of the speech Aiden tone of voice sounded different, almost melancholic, as if he vividly remembered every day of what he was talking about.
Maika devoted herself only to listening attentively to Aiden.
—That black smoke started to float around you coincidentally, that was the reason I stopped suddenly, I'm sorry.
The voice of the teacher could be heard addressing the other students inside the classroom. Aiden let out a deep sigh, but before he could continue, Maika spoke to him.
—Now, I understand. The past is past, and what's done is done. Aiden, right? I forgive you only because I like you.
—I think I deserve an apology too, but… Oh, well, what does it matter? I guess shouldn't be petty. Certain things more easily forgiven to attractive people like us, so who am I to combat that notion? What a walking moral compass I am.
Maika's laughter pierced his mind, and the rippling dopamine washed away any concern he had prior.
—Thank you for understanding —said the young man and, affirming the words in his heart, continued naturally, as if everything were correct—. Nowadays, it doesn't happen often, when it happens, however, I have to take this.
Aiden shook the bottle again, and the celestial pills inside bounced, making a faint sound. It was something natural, a rule of his, to always carry around those medications.
He was always undergoing some treatment, exams in a cold hospital room or therapy with different experts. Psychologists, psychiatrists, psychoanalysts, neurologists, you name them; he saw them all, but nothing worked. Not even the analyses carried out by super advanced and immense machines that analyze brain waves taken directly from some science fiction work could demonstrate any significant damage or deviation in his brain.
Aiden's physical and mental health was more than optimal, but there was never a solution to his problem. Currently, he takes those extremely strong medications, which he hates. The feeling after taking them is always unpleasant.
The small blue pills were, of course, manufactured in some laboratory in this city. However, he did not know the exact place, they just got to him dependably.
At times when that was not enough, he supplemented them with various relaxation and concentration exercises, as Maika saw earlier, that he learned from his many visits with therapists and traumatologists.
—I get it now. You, too, have it difficult, in your own way —said Maika.
The next moment, the doors in front of them opened and the teacher, Mary, came out accompanied by another student.
—As you heard, from today she is another student here. And as future classmates, well, classroom neighbours, I want you to be the one who shows her ropes and basics about this place, okay? —Said Mary, with her teacher's tone, crossing both arms and signalling with her left hand—. In 2C I don't know anyone and as you were also a delegate last year, I know I can count on your help, right, Blair?
«Then why did you call me to your office if you still entrusted it to Blair? Just to load your books? Who uses so many books nowadays?? For that, we have the damn cloud!» Were the words that resonated in the heart of our protagonist, who did not dare pronounce in front of the tyrannical teacher.
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