Black and white (a short story from the book)

Saturday 12 august 2007
Here I shall write something strange. I feel I ought to write it before it is too late, so here I shall begin. I am using my diary because it happens to be the closest note-book. Please read and try to understand, for if you cannot, my efforts would have been in vain.
It had been two weeks since summer school started, I was so bored and all the contact I had with home were the few phone-calls we were allowed every week-end. The letters we could write were unlimited, but they took ages in reaching their destiny. Not to mention, the teachers checked all the letters before we sent them and each mistake meant an hour of detention. And its not precisely as if I were the english grammar queen.
I wasn´t at all popular either, people hated me because I am different. How? Well, I´m a Goth. I know most people don´t like us because we dress a bit different, or very, as it seems to them; because we like drawings that represent death, which we love and feel like it is only but another part of our human lives. Maybe there's another reason, I don´t know and don´t want to.
So, I was walking around the school corridor, at that moment going to the headmaster for not answering my maths test right; and, as usual, people were looking at me with disgust and incomprehension. Then, something happened, they stopped looking. Not only that, they started looking at each other, amazed and afraid, ignoring me altoghether. That was quite intresting. For them to look at each other, normal; even with those expressions, likely; but ignoring me? They hadn´t taken those loathsome eyes off me since I had arrived at summer school, why was it to be different now?
Then, something else happened, something more extraordinary, a boy leant over and, picking up a metal rod that lay at his feet (most likely for technology or physics) proceeded to commit suicide by passing it through his stomache. Then, they all went mad, some screamed at nothing, others ran up and down panicking, the rest all acted like they had some sort of mental illness or another. I realised how dangerous it was to be there when I realized they were apparently suffering schizophrenia. I decided the best would be to leave. I was heading for the main door that lead into a grey, gloomy playground, carefuly avoiding anyone who seemed dangerous, when, suddenly, the upper floor caved in, stopping me from leaving.
I was starting to panic myself, I was worse then locked in a large building, filled with people that were obviously insane and it was only a matter of time before they noticed me and killed me. If not that, probably I too would go insane. No, I had to keep my composure, if I didn´t, that would be the only reason I would go insane.
Looking around, I soon noticed the stairs, there seemed to be less people affected by that insanity there. I carefuly walked towards them, looking left and right
before walking amongst the people affected by insanity. It was calming down, but they still acted like I wasn´t there, it was just weird. I decided to ignore it, but
couldn´t completely block the thoughts from my mind. Upon reaching the stairs, I noticed some normal looking people up at the third floor, so I headed there.
I reached the third floor and found the people there still could see me, as they shot glares and looks of disgust and I could hear muttering of disapproval. I looked
around and, upon seeing no teacher close, reached into a pocket hidden on the inside of my jacket, took out a pack of cigarettes and proceeded to light one.
Blowing smoke-rings I looked about, people had stopped staring at me, but still glanced and looked in my direction. And the world keeps on spinning. I thought
to myself.
Suddenly, out of nowhere, a young man appeared. He was tall, had black hair that had a blue-ish glossy appeal to it and dark eyes. His skin was pale and had a soft
look to it. His eyes were strangely half lidded. He didn´t look worried at all. In fact, he looked around us and smiled. Everyone was amazed before he took a
water bottle out of a crate behind him and handed it to a girl, who took it and held it, a hypnotized look in her eyes. He proceeded to hand out the bottles, each person who was given a bottle immediatly had that hypnotized look.
Finally he reached me. He handed me a bottle, but I refused it. He insisted, but I felt too scared to take it.
Then, he took my hand and forced it open, putting the bottle inside it and closing my fingers around it. I resisted, but his hands were strong and I couldn´t but let him do as he pleased. When I held the bottle I felt nothing and looked around my companions. They were still hypnotized. Then I looked at the man, he was smiling. Then, he lifted a bottle to his lips and drank. Everyone followed in suit. I looked at the bottle in my hand and back at him, he nodded at me and I raised it to my lips and drank. Nothing. Just mineral water. I took the bottle from my lips and sighed, relieved. Then I heard something and turned to see the other people that had drank from the bottles start to go insane, ignoring me just like those earlier had. It was too much, I felt my knees give way beneath me and I collapsed upon them shivering. Then I saw him, the young man walked towards me, smiling politely, offering me his hand. I took it, feeling too confused to do much more. He pulled me to my feet and lead me to the stairs.

We had reached halfway down the second floor stairs, when I noticed that they ended suddenly at what looked like eleven metres from the ground. I backed away, but he was still holding my hand and pulled on it, making it clear he wanted me to walk on. I was considering him too being mad, but he could see me and the insane people couldn´t, I had already taken that as a rule. He pulled me on and then made me jump, I shut my eyes, but we landed softly, as if what we had jumped had only been a metre. But I had no time to turn around, because he was pulling me out the door, still smiling in a very creepy way.
When we were out of school ground completely, he let me turn around, and I saw not the school building, but a broken, age and weather worn building, but, strangest of all, there was a sign on it, one that said:

FISCHER SUMMER SCHOOL RESIDENCE
CLOSED SINCE 1862

Then, I woke up.

Weeks later, summer school started for real. My mother had given me a ride there, and now I was walking up to the gate. It was already class time, but, strangely enough, there was someone there. As if he were waiting for me, though, he probably was. Because, despite not ever being there before, I knew that someone who was waiting for me. Someone who saw me and smiled, a young man, tall, with black hair and dark eyes...