Blue at Midnight by S D Wile, D R Kaulder Read Free Book Online Page A

Orsa and start to see events
of the future. Only one had reached the level of enlightenment and was known as
the mother of the ocean, Morbidma. Morbidma had reached the level of eternal
life and lived through the ocean as the owner of souls. Even though she
procured such knowledge it was forbidden to give any opinions or interfere with
the events to come. In a trance she dwelled beyond the abyss, surrounded by
beautifully coloured, almost transparent, mysterious creatures who obeyed her
every command. Seeing such creatures was a sign that Morbidma was close by.

 
    Just as I was about to leave the main office I felt a hand on my
shoulder. The thought of it being Christian brought my heart to a halt. In slow
motion I turned to my right, only to see a slim woman wearing a grey pencil
skirt with a white blouse, ruby-red lipstick which was striking against her
pale complexion and blonde hair. Even though I should have been relieved, I
felt on edge as this was the last person I wanted to speak to: Claire the
college mentor. The irony of it all was that I actually wanted to become a
psychologist one day yet dreaded the idea of people seeing me as they saw
Claire. This made me doubt my decision at times but now I had chosen this path
I was determined to stay on it.
    “Isabelle,
good to see you. How are you today?” she asked. I couldn’t believe she said ‘today’. What did
that even mean? That I was a wreck every other day? Taking a deep breath I
smiled and nodded whilst quickly glancing around me to see if anyone was paying
attention to the fact that the girl who was being rumoured as a ‘crazy person’
was now speaking to the college mentor. I had to think about how I responded to
Claire carefully, as she would use my body language and tone of voice to make
her judgements rather than what I said. I knew this because I was used to doing
this myself at home with my family.
    Click, click, click . “Isabelle, hello. Are you
still here?” I didn’t even realise that I’d fallen into my own thought trail
until I saw Claire clicking her fingers at me. Great! This was exactly what I
needed, I thought, annoyed at myself.
    “Come on
Isabelle. Let’s get a drink from the canteen,” she said calmly as she guided me
back towards it. The dread must have shown clearly on my face as just then I
locked eyes with Christian who was leaning against the notice board in the
foyer with an amused grin. Why was he looking so smug? Had he been watching me
the whole time? Anyway, forget about him. I need to make an excuse and avoid
having a ‘chat’ with her in the canteen. Make an excuse, make an excuse. These
words kept on replaying in my mind, getting louder and louder the closer we got
to the canteen. Everyone’s going to see you with her and it will look like I’ve
asked for some help, the help Jenny had been telling everyone I needed. Just
tell her you don’t want to talk, screamed the voice inside my head but every
time I opened my mouth nothing came out.   I could just feel a lump in my throat.
    “How are things
at home?” smiled Claire. That facial expression had been frozen for a good ten
minutes now.
    “Things are
fine,” I told her, whilst facing the opposite direction. Not telling the truth
was something I had always been rubbish at as I had an awful habit of grinning
awkwardly when I was nervous and lying made me nervous!
    “You mean
better?” questioned Claire.
    “What do you
mean by better?” I snapped back.
    “Well I know
you’ve been having a difficult time lately and…”
    “Everyone’s been
as supportive as possible and I feel fine,” I interrupted. I’d purposely
stopped before the double doors that opened up to the corridor which led
towards the canteen.  
    “If I can just
have some space, I’ll be able to figure things out by myself which is what I
need right now,” I explained as I glared assertively into her bright eyes.   Claire then paused and took a step back,
quite surprised by my