J'ai sauté sur les mots plutôt... impolis de la femme et son entrée abrupte. Je veux dire, quel genre de personne saute au-dessus d'un bus renversé? Les gens qui sont cool, c'est quoi. Ta gueule, Alva. Génial! Tu te reparles à toi-même. Je n'ai pas daigné donner à la femme mon nom considérant qu'elle ne l'a pas demandé. Elle intimide pour parler, de toute façon.
J'ai été déchiré par l'indécision, cependant, quand Tori a commencé à s'éloigner du groupe. Ceux qui étaient éveillés truffaient lentement par la fenêtre cassée du bus et étaient actuellement groupés juste à l'extérieur. Je voulais suivre, mais je n'ai fait qu'un seul pas. J'ai arrêté quand j'ai entendu l'homme qui a quitté le bus pour la première fois parler. Salut, petite! Vous devriez juste attendre une ambulance, vous êtes clairement blessé. Rester ici, ça fera leur travail comme--" J'ai regardé vers lui, curieux de savoir pourquoi il s'est arrêté dans ses mots.
J'ai suivi son regard et j'ai vu ce que lui et Tori semblaient regarder. Il y avait quelqu'un au loin qui marchait d'une manière léthargique. C'était la façon la plus acceptable et la plus polie de le dire, en fait. Léthargique au lieu d'être bizarre ou ivre. J'ai appelé la police plus tôt.J'ai dit à l'homme, ma voix s'abaissant dans un murmure. Il a dit que c'était occupé. Mon visage ridé, mal à l'aise de partager quelque chose près d'une théorie de conspiration. C'est bizarre que personne ne vienne nous sauver?
Encore une fois, je me suis retrouvé en train de pendre lentement vers Tori, toujours déchiré sur l'opportunité de s'engager avec la fille plutôt que le groupe. Stupide loyauté à moi. J'ai grondé.
Name: Alva Solway
Age: 20
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Height: 5’4’’
Weight: 70 kg / 155 lbs.
Occupation: University Student
Bio:
Alva is an ordinary university student, meaning that she’s almost always out of cash, knee-high in debt due to student loans that she should never have taken, and most definitely exhausted and in need of definite sleep. An only child of a single mom who was always missing in her life due to the fact that her mom needed to work to provide food on the table, Alva was a spoiled kid, given wanted material possessions as her mother’s most common way to show affection.
That self-entitlement dwindled over the years as she grew up, slowly but surely recognizing their financial situation. Alva became humbler, the gifts and offerings dwindling as she rejected those that weren’t truly needed. Since her mother was still focusing on her work, Alva finally felt the missing warmth of family and turned to media and games as a means of feeling.
One TV episode later of a show she barely remembered the name of, she got it in her mind that she was merely an investment in the most hopeful sense of the word and a burden that her mother was stuck with at the worst. Her mind swirled in negativity, convincing her heart that tried vainly to convince her otherwise that her thoughts were in the wrong and that her mother loved her truly. Suffering in silence, she drowned in depression, her mother none-the-wiser to what was happening as they didn’t know how to communicate.
Alva’s teacher saved her, however. Noticing the failing grades, she was given a talking to, the teacher leading her towards their home and forcing mother and child to actually talk. Her mother was shocked, obviously, thinking that everything was fine in her daughter’s end since Alva was quiet on the whole affair. What followed was meetings with a counselor, slowly but surely building up Alva’s confidence and self-esteem. It had taken close to two years for her to finally realize that she was alive and will be alive and will continue to be alive. Now armed with a new sense of purpose of knowing the human mind, why it did what it did, and wanting to help just like her teacher and counselor helped, she rode a bus in hopes to attend a seminar that would shed light to the mysteries of the mind and hopefully help with her research paper that was a total of 20% of her whole course.
Unfortunately, things didn’t go as planned.