Red : energy, strength, anger, sexuality, passion, fear, ego Orange : self-control, ambition, courage, thoughtfulness, lack of will, apathy
Yellow : optimism, joy, intellectualism, conviviality,
indecision, weakness of character
Green : calm, appeasement, compassion, deception, jealousy
Blue : humor, loyalty, creativity, sensitivity, kindness, versatility Violet : spirit, wisdom, intuition
Indigo : kindness, great intuition, curiosity
Rose : love, sincerity, friendship
Gray : depression, sadness, fatigue, low energy, skepticism Brown : greed, navel-gazing, dogmatism
Black : lack of energy, illness, imminent death
White : perfect balance
A
– Guess who it is !
Haven presses her sweaty palms to my eyes, and her tarnished silver skull ring digs into my skin. I can’t see anything, but I know that her dyed black hair frames her face, that she has her black vinyl bustier on over a black turtleneck (that’s the high school dress code), that the hem of her new black satin skirt which is lying on the ground and has a hole in it (she
torn with the end of her Doc Martens) and that she has golden eyes, because she wears colored lenses.
I also know that his father is not really on a “trip”.
business”, as he claims, that his mother’s sports coach offers him very special sessions and that his little brother is scared to death at the idea of admitting to him that he broke his Évanescence CD.
No, I don’t listen at doors, and I have other things to do than
spread gossip. I know all this, because I can read people’s minds, that’s it. Or, if you prefer, I’m telepathic.
- Come on, swarm! It’s going to ring! She insists with a voice
hoarse, as if she smoked a pack of cigarettes a day even though she had only tried it once.
I make her languish on purpose, thinking about the person she hates the most.
- Hilary Duff?
- Yuck! I’ll give you one more chance!
She presses her hands harder to my eyes, not knowing that I don’t need to see to guess.
- Marilyn Manson’s wife?
She bursts out laughing and lets me go. She moistens her thumb to erase the stain that darkens my cheek, but I beat her to it.
Not that the idea of her saliva disgusts me (I know she’s healthy), but I don’t want her to touch me anymore. Contacts
physical reveals too much to me, it’s exhausting. So I do my best to avoid them.
She pulls the hood off my sweater and squints at my headphones.
- What is that ?
I take out my iPod, which I hide in the inside pocket so the teachers don’t see the wires, and hand it to him.
She widens her eyes.
- The cow ! Do you want to burst your eardrums? It’s what ?
she asks, handing me an earphone so we can hear Sid Vicious bellowing Anarchy in the UK together.
In fact, I don’t know if he is for or against anarchy. I only know that he bawls loudly enough to numb my particularly acute senses.
I turn off my iPod and put it back in its hiding place.
- The Sex Pistols.
- How did you manage to hear me with that thing in your ears? It’s unbelievable !
She smiles at me as the bell rings. I shrug. You don’t have to listen to hear. Obviously, I don’t
I don’t dwell on the subject and just arrange to meet him at lunchtime, before heading towards my class, at the other end of the courtyard. Two boys sneak up behind her and crush the bottom of her skirt to make her trip. But when she turns around wearing the devil sign (okay, that’s not really the
sign of the devil, it’s just something she invented) glaring at them with their yellow eyes, they retreat and leave her alone. I breathe as I push open the door to my classroom: I know that the tension that
has been haunting me since my meeting with Haven and will soon dissipate.
I rush to the back of the room, avoiding the bag that Stacia Miller has sneakily placed in my path, and pretend not to hear
“loser!” », the catchphrase she whispers as soon as she sees me. I slip into my seat, take out a book, notebook and pen, put on my headphones, pull my hood over my head, place my bag on the
free chair next to mine and wait for Mr. Robins to arrive. He is always late. In general, he takes advantage of the interclass to take a few sips from his little silver flask.
Notice, with his wife who spends all the time shouting at him and his daughter who finds him too stupid, there’s something to be said for it, right? I learned these
details on the first day of school, when my hand brushed against his inside him
handing in my information sheet. Since then, if I have to give him something, I make sure to put it on his desk.
To pass the time, I close my eyes and slide my fingers inside my hood to replace Sid Vicious’s screams with softer music . No more need for this noise, now that I’m in class. There are not many of us, which reduces the psychic energies, in a way.
I haven’t always been an oddity. I was a teenager
like the others before. I went to high school parties, raved about stars, and loved my long blonde hair so much that it never occurred to me to put it in a ponytail or hide it under a hoodie. . I had a mother, a father, a little sister, Riley, and an adorable golden retriever named
Caramel. I lived in a nice house, in a nice neighborhood, in Eugene, Oregon. Everyone loved me, and I was happy.
I was even looking forward to my first year because I had just been accepted into the cheerleading team. I was
spoiled by life and nothing seemed impossible to me. There is no worse cliché, I know, but, ironically, it was true.
Now it’s like it all belongs to someone else
life. Since the accident, the only thing I remember is death.
I experienced what doctors call KMI, or
” near-death experience “. Except they are wrong. Because, believe me, there was nothing “imminent” about it. Here’s how it happened: I was sitting in the back of my dad’s SUV with Riley, Caramel’s head on her lap, while her tail
was moving against my leg… Ht the next second, the airbags were triggered, the car was destined for scrapping. I observed the scene from afar.
I looked at the wreckage, the shattered windows, the doors
dislocated – the car had hit a fir tree head-on – wondering what could have happened, praying that the others would be safe and sound. I heard a familiar bark, and saw them moving down a path, Caramel scampering ahead waving
tail.
I started running to catch up with them, and then I slowed down,
history of strolling a little in this immense fragrant meadow where the
trees swayed and flowers waved, I closed my eyes in the blinding mist that transformed the horizon into a mirage
sparkling.
I didn’t intend to linger too long, but
When I opened my eyes, I saw my father, my mother, my sister and the dog crossing a bridge, smiling and waving at me. The dog was with them. A few seconds later, they were gone.
Panicked, I ran in all directions to find them, but I had the impression of running into a wall of heat, of dazzling, immaculate whiteness, in this stupid fog that never ended. . I rolled on the ground, my body had goosebumps and shivers. I cried, screamed, insulted, begged, promised anything.
A voice broke me out of my torpor.
- Ever? Is that your name? Open your eyes, look at me… A pain in my forehead, I resurfaced as best I could in this lower world, where everything is suffering. I met the dark gaze of the stranger leaning over me.
- Yes, my name is Ever, I whispered before losing consciousness.
