View of Lena
« Come on, Lena, open this damn door! » Kai asked me for the twentieth time in five minutes.
I said nothing. No words were out of my mouth since I woke up on this couch ... since for more than two hours now. I remember myself rushing, without really thinking where and opened the door nearest me. I expected to rush on the front door, but the bathroom was better than nothing. As long as I stayed away from that crazy, I didn't care a bit.
Kai hadn't really rushed to stop me. To believe that he expected my reaction. Any sane person would have panicked as I did, so I assume he wasn't surprised at all.
« I'm sure you have a million questions. So do I. We can play a game? I ask you something, you answer, and it's your turn, get it? » He said.
I heard him sit on the floor, leaning against the door. There were a few seconds of silence. I had to admit that yes, I had many questions. But what guaranteed me that he would be sincere in his answers? This guy was crazy.
« Fine, I begin. I want to know your favourite colour. » He said, confident.
I waited before answering.
Seriously? Of all the questions he could ask me, he chooses the latter?
« You are a fool, you know that? » I said after long hours of silence.
« Oh my god, alert the media, she speaks! » He jokes.
I rolled my eyes, trying not to smile at his stupidity. I heard him sit on the floor, giggling.
« But, hey, you didn't answer! » He said.
« I don't have a favorite color. Let's say blue. My turn, I guess... What are you? » I asked, dreading the answer. « I mean... what are you, exactly? I suppose that you are a wizard, or something but... What exactly? »
I heard him sigh. Sitting cross-legged in his bath, I decided to get up, and sit against the door.
« It's complicated. I come from a wizarding family belonging to a coven. All members are sorcerers. They are born wizards, have their power in growing up, and die wizards. Some rituals exist, like the merge... I'm kind of different. I wasn't born with powers, but with a gift that made me become someone much different from the members of the coven. I had one 'power'. I could extract the magic of a person. »
« You don't tell me everything. » I said with a sigh.
« The game is not over. My turn. Tell me something about your dreams. » He said with a smile I guess.
« I... don't see much. I hear everything, I feel everything but can't see everything. Most of the time, I see landscapes, houses, but never the people who are there. Except the dream of earlier. » I answered. « My turn. Tell me what it did to you to be different. »
I heard him laugh, a mirthless laugh. Sensitive subject?
« THE question. » He said bitterly. « It was bad, really bad. I was treated normally until I was ten, the age when, normally, a wizard of my family discovers his powers. After that, I was ... seen as an outsider, someone who should not belong to this family. And the worst happened. When I discovered the only power I had, I can tell you that my life has become a hell. My father treated me as an abomination, and called me like this in front of everyone, every seconds in my fucking life. My mother didn't pay attention to my existence, and my brothers and sisters had gracious to me. Only my sister Josette, the girl you saw earlier, was normal with me. »
« But it wasn't your fault. » I said, frowning. « You were born that way, how parents can treat their children like this? »
« I have not had the most understandable parents in the world I guess. My turn. Tell me about the dream you had earlier. » He asked curiously.
« I saw you with your sister. My 'father' and I introduced ourselves to you, our new neighbors. Then I found myself alone with Jo... your sister. Much younger. She made me come in and I noticed the portrait in the hall, all your family. And I saw you, but you're downright snubbed me ... doesn't suprend me at all. »
« You saw us? » He said, surprised. « Tell me about the portrait. »
« The game is not over. » I repeated his words with a smile. « My question is... can I trust you, or do I have to fear you? »
« I like this question. What do you think? »
« I think you're not a person of trust. Whether you're an asshole, a little crazy. I also think I should be wary. But I also think you're the fittest ... and probably more determined to help me about my dreams. » I said, confident.
« You have a point of view interesting and realistic. I like the way you think. To answer your question, I don't know. I don't have much experience in trust, and people tend to fear me and hate me. But you're right on one point: I am probably the more determined to find out what your dreams are. On this point, I can say that you can trust me. » He said, sure of him. « Now, I want you to tell me about the portraits. »
« Fine, if you were... eight frames, I think. One for you father, one for you mother. Then there was one of you and Jo. Of the following, there were your brothers and sisters and the twins. » I said, trying to remember. « You were eight children. You and Jo, Joey and Aaron, Sarah and Helene, and Olivia and Luke, right? »
« You're really starting to scare me. It's the exact entry there was when I was in his twenties. How can you know? I have never met you. » He said, completely lost.
« I don't know, I told you. » I sighed. « I'm weird. »
Then I frowned, taken aback.
« Twenties? »
Hi guys!
Sorry for the absence, but I went on vacation and I don't have much time to write. This doesn't mean that I abandon this story!
Small chapter, sorry ... but what did you think?
Je vous adore, xo.