Nina shrank into a ball and seemed even smaller, younger, thinner and more unhappy.
– No.
– Are you a fool? No, I'm asking you, are you a fool or are you just pretending? Although why am I asking when it is necessary to assert that you are a fool! You were sitting on a dark floor and waiting for me while your mother and sister were calling morgues and hospitals, perhaps they had already written a statement to the relevant authorities. And now the police are questioning your classmates, teachers and the director.
If the girl's emotions could be represented in the form of certain decorations (as sometimes happens in cartoons or movies), it would look something like this: four little men in white coat knocking on the door with the inscription "Brain". The door is overgrown with cobwebs and poison ivy. Paramedics actively cut off ivy and cobwebs, pull the handle and the door slowly creaks on rusty hinges. The small room is dark, stuffy and very messy. There are scraps of Backstreet Boys posters lying around, which were replaced by Harry Potter in time. Harry Potter books are everywhere. A couple of lipsticks, high-heeled shoes, school notebooks sticking out of the trash and photos of Ilya everywhere. The whole tiny room (which symbolizes the brain, you know) is covered with different photos with Ilya. Where he is alone or with Nina, a heart is placed with a red marker, and where he is with Natalia, the older sister, a skull and a wish for a speedy death (to Natasha, of course) is drawn with a black marker. In the middle of the room is the corpse of a little girl with glasses and Bunin's book "Dark Alleys". Doctors began intensive therapy without words. A brisk "Did you call your mother?" came through the skull, a discharge, once and the girl had a pulse on the floor, "mother and sister called the morgue," another discharge, the pulse quickened and breathing appeared, the heart was started.
The doctor: "The brain is not hopeless, colleagues, we will resuscitate further!" The phrase "the police interrogate the whole school" forced the Brain to open its eyes. She was weak, so weak. She kept muttering…
– Idleness hit me on the head with a book, Anger and Fear did nothing, just watched. I passed out before I got to the subway. And what happened? The doctors looked with wise eyes:
– Brain, come to life and get to work, life is a complete kick-ass without you. We will neutralize idleness now, let him sit a little with Fear. He's always hiding in the ass. So she's going there, too. And you, Brain, dear, be strong. You can't go to the ass! Your goal is to survive, you know? You will be felled more than once, but you, like a phoenix bird, will always rise from the ashes.
The Brain began to move, began to tear off all the photos, put them in garbage bags, she was vacuuming, mopping the floors, after a few seconds the room was shining, yes, it was empty, but the Brain had already given the command to the subconscious according to the list of literature.
The resuscitation of Valya's words helped Nina to recover. For the first time in months of acquaintance and friendship with Ilya, a thought appeared in her brain. Then the second, the third. It was an unusual feeling for Nina to move her Brain, but she liked the micro-girl with glasses inside her head too.
– Valentina, you're right! I need to call my mother immediately.
