An excerpt of my current writing project, an urban fantasy this time.
Kids in
junior high, as a general rule, aren’t happy kids. Many of them dealt with bullying, or school
had suddenly gotten harder than they expected, teachers were harder on them,
and that wasn’t including all the emotional and physical changes they were
personally going through. It was an
isolating time in a person’s life, and being crowded with a bunch of kids just
as confused and unhappy as you only made things worse.
Not all of
the auras she saw in that room were bad, but few were actually good. The darkness of self-doubt clouded the air so
thickly it became difficult to breathe.
All of the colors of the energy were muted, and even the fluorescent lights
shone with less electric luster.
Auras were
different from the moment-to-moment energy emitted by a person. Someone might be laughing now, but if they
were abused at home and were stressed during class, any good the laughter did
to their psyche was overwhelmingly outweighed by the bad in their life as a
whole, and the whole of their life was their aura, rather than how they felt at
this moment.
One girl
was being bullied right now. Fully a
fifth of the kids in the cafeteria were bullied on a regular basis, either at
school or elsewhere, and their pain assaulted her senses. Her vision dimmed with the blackness of it,
as scenes flickered over the heads of the crowd. Looming figures of authority with thunderous
expressions, hundreds of laughing faces with cruelly shining eyes, caricatures
showing huge teeth, too many freckles, or any of a dozen different
humiliatingly accented features, then of course visions of physical bullying. Pulling a sleeve down over a bruise. Looking down in shame while trying to hide a
black eye. Disapproving mothers. Authority scolding while the bully walked
away whistling.
Every
vision flashed only briefly, but so many of the experiences were the same that
they felt repetitive even after only a few moments, and seeing anything past
the darkness and pain was a struggle.
She felt bruises on her arms, her face, her ribs, while shame and terror
tore at her heart. Rhia choked back a
sob.
This had
been a terrible idea.
In her
ears, above the murmur of the crowd, she heard screams, jeering laughter, and
of course, tears. Terrified tears, angry
tears, shameful tears. Silent tears with
only slight hiccups to give them away, and loud, bawling sobs that had to be
stifled into pillows.
One person’s
torment wasn’t fun to experience, but Rhia had gotten used to dealing with that
kind of feedback when she let her barriers down. But each additional person didn’t merely
double the feelings. Energy had a way of
snowballing, and with that many people sharing such heart-wrenching emotions,
it was becoming a struggle just to keep conscious, let alone search for anyone.
All of
those bad feelings weren’t the only thing she could sense, of course, but
anguish, pain, isolation are powerful feelings.
Amongst a crowd of kids who were far more likely to doubt themselves
than stand up for what they thought, anything strong enough to cut through or
help balance out all the trauma wasn’t terribly likely. Not in a place that was already skewed to
make them feel self-conscious, stupid, and young. A place geared toward telling them what was
right and wrong: the right answers, the right way to behave, the right way to
feel. Anything contrary to that just fed
the self-doubt that choked the air, so the quiet contentment, the gentle glow
of pride in doing well, the laughter of being with friends for the moment, none
of it could compare to the overwhelming difficulty the vast majority had just
being in their own skins, and anything positive was a quiet murmur beneath the
cries of torment.
Because
pain is relative. In their young lives,
this time of their life might be the worst they’ve ever experienced, and though
Rhia had seen the auras of people who had seen nothing but hard times, that
didn’t minimize the pain of someone who hadn’t felt anything worse.
But just
before she had to slam the barriers closed, already leaning against the podium
for support, nearly blind, she saw a flicker of something different. Strong enough to cut through the compounded
effects of all the negative auras of all the kids in the school, even though
not by much.
Some people
are extraordinary for some reason or another.
Sometimes, it’s sheer force of personality. The truly charismatic, the supremely
self-assured, the influential people all have auras that stand out in a
crowd. But it wasn’t just force of
personality that could do that. How you
could affect your environment was another factor, and every person she’d met
with even a small amount of talent had shown it in their aura.
She saw
that glow now.
The barriers went up as her knees buckled, and only the podium kept her upright. Tears fell on the closed laptop below her as she struggled to catch her breath. The feeling of bruises faded gradually, the air cleared slower still, but the wash of emotions clung to her like water after a powerful wave. She might not be surrounded by it anymore, but she still felt soaked.
The barriers went up as her knees buckled, and only the podium kept her upright. Tears fell on the closed laptop below her as she struggled to catch her breath. The feeling of bruises faded gradually, the air cleared slower still, but the wash of emotions clung to her like water after a powerful wave. She might not be surrounded by it anymore, but she still felt soaked.
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