Chapitre 1
I feel like a stalker, being tucked away in a corner of the room of the girl I’m going to kill. What an ugly room! All in pink. Everything is rosy.
I look at her. She’s pretty , I can’t lie. Ada Belmont.
She is typing on her phone. Ah, the youngsters and... social networks, right? It wouldn’t surprise me if that’s what she is doing.
She is one of Emmie’s friends, one of the people who may know the truth about what happened on the night of Emmie’s accident.
I decided to take her body.
Why her and not the body of any other jug that was in their circle?
Well, because I still do what I want, don’t I?
Well, the reason is totally stupid, and I assume it.
Because she’s black. Yes. And in general, I always take the appearance of black people.
Why? Maybe because I was black before I became a infiltrator.
Maybe. In truth, I don’t know.
Why?
Because I simply forgot.
I don’t know who I was before.
Like most of the infiltrators.
I decide to make myself visible to her.
-Hum hum hum.
I smile as I see her jump.
Her eyes widen when she sees me.
“Who...” who... who... What are you doing in my room? »
“Hey, don’t shout. Otherwise, I’ll kill you. And I tell everyone that you’re a murderer. »
She opens her eyes wide.
“What are you talking about?
Almond !! »
As if summoned with a wave of a magic wand, the servant opens the door with a blow.
“Yes, mademoiselle?”
“There’s a stranger in my room!”
Amanda looks everywhere.
Then she looks at her.
“There’s no one there, mademoiselle.”
She begins to agitate.
“Don’t tell me you’re accusing me of lying, Almond!
There’s someone, she’s in front of me. »
She tries to catch me.
She opens her eyes wide when all she comes across is emptiness.
“You! »She hisses. Who are you, really »
Her servant looks at her, her face full of concern.
“Mademoiselle, you may see things that are not present because...”
“Oh, go away! »
She doesn’t let her finish her sentence.
Poor Almond goes away as quickly as she entered.
“Who are you?”
“You don’t need to know.
What you need to know, though, is that you need to tell me who tried to kill Emmie Char? »
“Emmie Char? Again, always her! »
She lets out a mocking laugh.
“For months, that’s all they’ve been talking about.
Emmie Char, the poor girl who was bullied by the rich and cruel students of her snobbish school.
Well, you know what? She was a big slut, a hypocrite, that girl! »
I find her very calm for someone who has just seen a stranger in her room who apparently has no physical body. However, she continues to keep going, without any regard for me.
“She didn’t fall.
She jumped because she wanted to be her victim.
This is all she knows, the role of the eternal victim. »
“What did you see that night?”
“Nothing. No one saw anything. Everyone was sleeping soundly.
Which is strange, since at the boarding school, there are always people who are awake at night, drinking, smoking or messing around. »
“How can you be sure?”
“Come on, stop talking to something that doesn’t exist, she grumbles.
All this because I can’t stop vomiting and refusing to eat, I start imagining things... »
Seriously, she still thinks she’s hallucinating.
Well, I must admit that it doesn’t really bother me.
That way, the faster I take possession of her body.
There will be no struggle.
But wait... Why doesn’t she eat?
Guilt because of Emmie’s accident?
Still, she doesn’t seem very guilty, does she?
Could it be a hidden symptom?
“You really didn’t like Emmie?”
“I hated her.”
“To the point of killing her?”
“What am I talking about? I’m completely crazy, I said I’d stop talking to you.
Come on, goodbye. »
She waves her hands in front of her, as if to chase me away.
And that’s when I attack.
Well, attack is a very grandiloquent word.
There was almost nothing to do, really.
I simply walk as I would enter any place.
I feel her shudder.
But it only lasts a fraction of a second.
How does it feel to become someone?
Well, it doesn’t feel like anything.
At the beginning.
Afterwards, you receive all the person’s memories.
I scan recent memories.
I sort, I sort, I sort. And what do I see?
Nothing. No, I’m kidding. That would be very unfortunate, wouldn’t it?
I scan the memories around Emmie.
I see Ada ignore Emmie to go talk to other people, being rather rude and rude towards Emmie, who remains rather wise and gentle.
Nothing but stereotypical phrases of a mean girl, I want to laugh.
I didn’t kill someone who didn’t deserve it.
Then I see Emmie talk to Ada.
Emmie smiles, as she vomits.
“You dirty slut » said Emmie, smiling.
You shouldn’t have underestimated me.
Now everyone knows who you really are. »
« I’m going to kill you! »
Did I skip something?
What is she talking about?
All of a sudden, I don’t see anything in her memories and I’m sent back to reality.
What is this?
It has never happened to me.
I can always see the memories of everyone I’ve entered.
I try to go towards this moment again, but it’s as if there is a huge wall that continues to block my path.
Still, I can see the other memories I don’t care about.
Bouhou, the daughter I own was adopted by a very rich family.
She doesn’t really know where she comes from, so she often doesn’t really feel like she belongs. And when she was little, she was fat.
This has earned her a lot of complexes, she who grew up in the middle of thin and pretty girls.
Her parents show her almost no affection and she has to work all the time.
She has developed an eating disorder, and eats a lot and then vomits, something her parents know but never really picked up.
However, through it all, she had her best friend, Georgina.
Who is she?
She is perfect.
She has always had better grades than her, more attention from people.
She is beautiful, calm, and very considerate towards her friend.
Who has always been jealous of her.
Because she feels invisible next to Georgina.
Because deep down, she knows that if she wasn’t her friend, she wouldn’t be invited to all these parties.
Because Georgina’s family is much richer than hers.
After all, they are noble.
Ada’s adoptive parents are new money, upstarts who made their fortune in tech.
Obviously, this does not have the stamp of the title of countess.
Poor thing. She really suffered, it’s true.
The boys always wanted Georgina, not her.
And the girls wanted to be her friend to get closer to Georgina.
She hates Georgina.
And? What should I say? That I pity her?
Not really.
It’s hard to pity a girl who is apparently a suspect in the attempted murder of an innocent girl. I don’t believe in all this bullshit around the evil Emmie.
His phone rings.
A message from a certain Robert. Georgina’s boyfriend, and Ada’s lifelong crush.
Georgina dumped me. She said I’m dumping you and then she blocked me everywhere.
Do you know what is going on ?
“No, I don’t know what’s the matter.
Can you call her, please?
“No, I have another idea. Come see me.
I have something interesting to show you.
In reality, I have nothing to show him.
Apart from my prettyness.
But I would have an idea that will allow me to know more about the incident.
When he comes, he hugs me directly, with a smile on his face.
As if he hasn’t just been dumped by his girlfriend.
I stare at him from top to bottom. He is not that attractive. Well, you’re going to tell me that I don’t have to find a boy much younger than me attractive. And you’d be right.
It’s not that I want to find him attractive, it’s that I don’t understand what makes Ada so obsessed with him. She has been in love with him since they were children, and I don’t see why.
He’s basic, black hair, black eyes, quite fine facial features, yes. But someone like him, you find everywhere. And also, his name is Robert?
He’s not ugly, but there’s nothing special about him. The worst thing is that he is unbearable.
Just by seeing him walk, I can feel that he is arrogant, ignorant and completely stupid.
Yes, how can you deduce someone’s personality just by seeing them walk?
Well, in reality I have to admit that I lied.
I just like to judge people, especially men.
I probe his emotions.
Was he pretending to be collapsed on the phone?
I probe his emotions, and I feel... that he is sincerely happy to see his friend.
And there is also sadness. So he’s really sad?
I welcome him into my room. Yes, it’s my room now.
I ask him the details of the separation. And then, he speaks.
BLABLABLABLA. Nothing really interesting.
I must be the devoted friend, though, so I smile and nod, and put my hand on his. He has big hands. I like big hands. I focus on his hands.
It may be one of the only real things he really has going for him.
“So, what do you have to show me?”
Ah, he has finally finished his crybaby talk.
“I have a plan that you should have heard in person. »
“What’s the plan?”
“Go out with me.”
His face suddenly darkens, and he moves away from me.
“Excuse me? I think I didn’t hear correctly. »
“You heard me very well. »
“You’re my ex’s friend. »
“And?”
“And?She’s going to hate us! »
“I’m going to pretend to go out with you. I don’t really want to go out with you. »
And then she’ll be jealous, and try to win you back. »
“No, she’s just going to hate us.
You don’t know her, or what? »
“It’s hilarious, because in everything you say, I haven’t heard you say that you can’t be with me because you’re not interested in me at all.”
He freezes. And looks at me with wide eyes, as if caught in a lie.
“What? What are you insinuating? »
“I insinuate that you want me.”
You know that, right? That I always wanted you?
Why do we lie to ourselves? »
I approach him.
I wrap my hands around his shoulders.
He’s all red, which I think is adorable.
“Look, we shouldn’t...
Okay, I want you but the one I love is Georgina. »
I want to giggle. He didn’t resist for long, what a clown.
It’s all thanks to Ada’s beauty.
I bite his ear. I hear him swear softly.
I tilt my head, his lips brush against mine... then he backs down and move.
“No, we can’t.
Or... If we can... no one should know. »
“Yes, of course. I swear to you that no one will know »I whisper as I kiss him.
Finally, he relaxes. He kisses me passionately.
Not knowing that I turned on my phone to record our lovely interaction, and send it to his girlfriend. Well, rather his former girlfriend.
