Chromakinesis

Forelove Hall

        “Aren’t you getting up? It’s already afternoon and the meeting will start in a few minutes so you better prink right away.” She calls out.

        “I’m still sleeping.” I whisper.

        Have you forgotten today’s event?”

        “Shut up. The meeting is of no great concern.”

        “No, today is…” She expresses intently.

        Would you please get out of here Glory? If you keep on forcing me, I might end up being harsh again!” Still shutting my eyes, I grab my blanket and cover my entire body to ignore her presence. I mayhap can’t say that Glory’s existence is perceptible because she is a ghost and no one can notice her except our clique.

        After a few seconds, the room becomes quiet at last. Glory has probably disappeared or she may perhaps be standing at the end of my bed trying to shake me up. One, two, three… I haven’t heard a single noise. Four, five, six… My room temperature has come back. Seven, eight… I slowly pull down my blanket. Nine, ten… I deliberately unlock my eyes. And… She’s gone!

        Yes, I’m now alone. Another day is playing with my fate, incessantly adding fears into my life. I gaze at the ceiling above. It is five meters from my sight with a purple glass shaped into our symbol; a symbol that embodies our clique which is the “Amethyst”. I hate purple. But everything I need to endure revolves around this color. Besides, I won’t longer keep on being like this because I’ll just vanish at any moment right now. This is really the end, and no one can stop it from happening. Evanesce can’t escape her imprisonment. I can’t escape being Evanesce.

        “Ehem ehem ehmmm…” A loud voice suddenly emerges.

        “What’s that?” I skim through my entire room; an impulsive tension blows my state. While still scrutinizing, I now realize that it comes from the ACS (Alarm Clock + Speaker), indicating that there’s an announcement transmitted into the speaker.

        The voice continues, “Good afternoon everyone. Again, I want to notify the teen Puissants aging from 14 to 17 years to be here at Forelove Hall as soon as possible. Our assembly will start after an hour so please come here at once. Thanks, and see you there! …tooot…tooot… Good afternoon everyone.  Again, and again, I want to --"

        “Is he crazy? Does he manage to repeat it all over again? Grrrrhh..” I shut off the ACS then mutter to myself irritatingly. “Why would I show up there? I have supposedly disappeared now! But why am I still here? Or maybe, the day after today is the time. Maybe it’ll just be tomorrow? So today is my last day? Ohhh! I’m going to be insane!”

        After thinking stupid things, I hurriedly get up and start preparing. “This is my last day”, I keep on imparting it into my mind. With a slight confidence kicking up my heels, I hurriedly dress up our silver uniform and then proceed to our meeting place. I am nervous. I certainly can’t attend the forthcoming event but I will try showing up in the assembly. Moreover, I’m afraid to face my friends. They don’t have an idea that I’ll vanish after this day because they all knew it’ll be on next two months. What if they notice my early disappearance? What if they find out that everything in my life was a lie? I lied to them. It’s all my fault.

        However, I’m already at this point, where a huge building patiently stands from my vision. Its real and upright image forms behind the lenses of my eyes, continuously growing as my distance is tensely decreasing. Forelove Hall – a place where the most prominent assemblages had transpired, and it will be the last place I could possibly visit. Without turning my back on it, I continue moving ahead.

        Forelove Hall is a heart-shaped building from the Golden Section that is very wide and immense, with a single position along the vertical scale. Only crucial and exclusive events can occupy the entire hall. Its center portion has a hi-tech structure consisting of Coviad Chairs. This specialized device with a max of 14,300 chairs appears and disappears via the student's presence. There is a virtual mini-projector in every Coviad wherein the main incidents are being displayed. Change in the setting captures everyone's attention. The hall is totally covered by extensive screen, exhibiting the background design with regards to the occasion’s theme.

        Hues of pink and red mostly envelop the environment while silver silhouettes fill up the floor. Almost 3,000 students in their proper uniform assemble at the center, sitting on the Coviads that quickly emerge and start functioning in good order. Hearts Day is near. Everything seems to be dancing with the charms of roses and its scent flows through the sensitivities of each creature living inside the Academy. This will be a special day for the ones who care and an ordinary day for the ones who neglect. But I can’t choose between the two, because I don’t have a chance to care or even neglect.

        I go on the front part of the stage and a Coviad appears ahead of me. The students who combined from the Six Cliques are now getting denser as the meeting is drawing near. I sit on the chair, glancing sideways to look for some familiar faces. All of a sudden, my attention is brought towards the stage as the conference starts off. In fact, it’s not the stage that captures me but the handsome guy with a snowy hair, standing adjacent to the podium. He is so enthralling that my heart abruptly outshouts for his presence. “Trance Beguile”. His name is genuinely harmonizing with his charisma.

        For almost an hour, I spend with this meeting listening to Trance about the upcoming Hearts Day. He talks about February 14, sweet dates, flowers, gifts, night balls, love stuffs and everything! I can’t remove my sight from him. But fear is embracing me every time I realize that today is my last. I might enjoy imagining the sweet dates but there’s no chance of me being present in the event. It feels like a small arrow arches my heart, nipping every muscle, obstructing its rhythmic contraction like it wanted to break apart into fragments. I feel so paralyzed all over again. And now that my last moment is coming close, antipathy settles in me, whirling and playing with my fate ahead.

        I wish I can devote my remaining time with Trance. I wish he knows that I’ll be disappearing tomorrow. I wish he’s right by my side at this moment. But these wishes are just ridiculous insights. I just want to say “Goodbye Trance. I’m sorry I lied but I want you to know that --”.

        “That’s totally unsound Evanesce.” Someone suddenly slaps my face.

        Nineteen to the dozen, I get to my feet and scream as lurid like booming noise caused by air expanding along the path of a bolt of lightning. “Are you a geek? This physical damage is an insult and I’m going to punch you a million times!”

        When I direct my gaze towards the person who slapped my bare cheek, an annoying face of a Golden girl greets me. She’s not recognizable to my retentiveness since she hasn’t been part of my retrospection before.

        “Why are your thoughts too deep Miss Evanesce? Are you depressed or in love with --” The girl continues causing me to lose face.

        “You!!”

        “Do you think I will say ‘Sorry’? You better cry and walk out now. Besides, it’s surprising to see you yell like that. Are you hiding something?”

        Everyone’s attention has been fetched to us. Those thousands of eyes are annoyingly witnessing my humiliation and I can’t tolerate it. My exasperated face is full of rage, champing at the bit to clench her with my firm fist. I shudder on pins and needles with shillyshally. But a bizarre feeling surrounds my entire consciousness.

        It’s starting again. No, I can’t do it in front of the crowd. Stop it Evanesce. You can’t reveal her during your last day. You hid it for many years so don’t be insensitive. Stop it!!!