Sanitize (part 1)

If I had a power, it would be the power of the void, because according to my parents I have no ambition. Or at least not enough. Because I AM ambitious enough to NOT join my parents in the box. But, not enough to leave this place completely. The sanitized air filled my lungs with notes of lilacs, apples and wood. The main room was crowded but from here I can’t hear a damn thing. I watched from above through engraved metal walls as more people entered, rushing to take a seat. Everyone wanted to be a part of the celebration in hope of being the first people to get, I don’t know some blessings? And of course my parents are apart of that group. They were looking for me, but not that hard. I stop believing in this hoax. I stopped believing a log time ago. I sucked my teeth after my parents moved on after a few minutes of searching for me. I sucked in a breath and let it go.

I turned and walked away. I leisurely walked down the hall, taking my time looking at each painting. I supposed these are painting of the current and previous head pope or someone. No-one actually know what he looks like.

I heard a bump and clattering. Everything is telling me to run, that it’s not my business. But something in my hear was drawn towards it. Most ordinary people would have run. I looked down and touched my wrist. Good thing I am not ordinary. I took careful steps towards the sound.

How long is this hall? Now that I think about it. How long have I been walking? I swore I passed the same painting three times. it feels like hours, possibly days have passed I should go back.

Ba-bump. Shit! Where the fuck am I?!

I tried to run. Run into rooms, run out of this hall way; but there was nowhere to run, nowhere to run into. I run and run and run until I tripped over my feet hitting the floor hard. I could feel the bile pile up in my throat, but held back dirtying the floor. I tried to stand up with a haggard breath but found myself collapsing again. I looked back at my feet, one of my shoes was missing a heel. I yanked them off my feet and threw at the wall. Or what I thought was a wall. There was no sound when it hit the wall nor when it fell on the floor. I clutched my wrist that had a star birth mark, my hear was beating hard against my chest. I praying hoping, for once I genially tried in hope of finding a light, a spark, something. There was nothing. Nothing.

I pressed my head to the floor in resignation, “Buerkarr help me,” I whispered.

“You shouldn’t sit on the floor like that it’s quite dirty,” a voice above me said.

“W-who are you?!”

“Me? Boasst, you…?”

I look him up and down, as cute as he is I know better than to give a random person my name. He continues to smile at me as he offered me his head and gave ma a soft snort. Wait he snorted, at me?

“Not going to give me your name I see, I thought you would at least take my head, you know especially since I am saving you.”

“You? Are saving me?” shit did he hear me praying to Buerkarr, my face heated up at the sudden flush of blood to my face as I took his hand standing on wobbly knees, “how do you plan to save, me? Us?”

He remind silent as he took a step back and cocked his head to the side. He looked at me as if I suddenly sprouted two more heads. He shrugged and then look side to side. Cautiously, I teared my eyes away from him and looked side to side, I looked down one way and saw a familiar view, where I came from. Then looked the other way. A real door. I stood up on wobbly knees.

“Thank you,” I whispered to Boasst, wanting to rush forward to that door but terrified of falling flat on my face.

“A bit reckless for you to be walking around alone on the Day of Sleam, you know the day that god’s and spirits powers and blessings have a stronger reach. Including those prankster spirits.” Gives a low chuckle that vibrated in my chest.

I want to punch him in the throat, he is actually laughing at me. I turned to walk away, no longer wanting to be his Pierrot. Except he is following me now and I am ready to run from this red flag unstable knees or not.

As if he could read my mind, “For the record it is still dangerous to walk alone. I’m following you for my safety as much as yours,” he said coolly.

I said nothing but stared him down to show that I was not afraid of him. I may not be able to touch a spirit but I can definitely fuck him up.

I flung the door open. It lead to stairs all heading down with no light.

“How ominous,” Boasst whispered behind me.

Not helpful. I took a breath and proceed forward anyway.

“So where do you think this heads to?” Boasst voice was light and carefree.

Ten thoughts raced my mine, none of it good, “no clue, where do think these stairs go to?”

There was silence, “Where do you want it to head to?”

I huffed at him blatantly brushing off my question, “a field of flowers.”

He chuckled again.

“Am I amusing to you?” I turned around and snapped at him.

He had his hand in his pockets when I turned around, his eyes widen at my question, “ What?”

“Because your always laughing at me and I don’t remember saying a damn joke.”

“Oh no, sorry. I don’t think, I mean I do think you are interesting and most people would say a dungeon or a monster or something but your thought was very very positive. The best defense against a prankster is a positivity and all that jazz. i didn’t mean to offend you I will stop laughing.”

“Shit. No you’re right. About positivity and defense. So feel free to laugh it up. Ha ha ha.”

He returned my sad forceful laugh with a strained smile. I really put my foot in it this time. I turned back around with my cheek now running at steaming hot. I didn’t get far when I was hit by an uneasy feeling my stomach and my head go numb. My walking slowed down until it came to a complete halt. I went into beetle position and rocked myself. I turned to look at Boasst guilty that I got us into another warp. I couldn’t see him clearly due to the pressure behind my eyes. I saw a figure standing closer to me and some movement. The nausea picked up another notch forcing me forward, ready to throw up everything and more when… nothing. In an instance both my headache and nausea went away.

“What the hell was that?”

“Best we get moving, yes.”

“Yeah”

He smiled at me, a genuine smile making my stomach do a little dance, and stepped around me and opened a door. i blinked twice. Five more times, because I could have swear to the heavens that there wasn’t a door there a second ago. I looked at him but he just continues to smile at me with his brown eyes that is both part dark and part light, part comforting and part mysterious. Maybe its just me I did just came out of a spell. But he did too right?

I took two steps forward and was hit by a fragrance of various flowers and fruits. I took a few more steps and I found myself in the middle of a fucking garden. And my breath. Was. Snatched.

“Wha-how? This can NOT be the church’s garden! We shouldn’t be in a garden AT ALL!”

Boasst stepped up besides me, “Why not, we are defiantly in a garden.”

He said it like it, like this is normal. He held out his arm for me to take. I shouldn’t take it, I should run. But run where? I still can’t even believe where I am standing? I took it my whole arm felt both stiff and warm. We walked side-by-side but not far at the scent quickly overwhelming my sense knocking me off my feet. Literally. I fell to my knees into soft cushioning grass. He squats down besides me and I made a mistake of looking in his eye again. This time it shown lighter with mischief and yet despite my brain’s warning signs my body relaxes.

“So do you like it?” he asked.

“Uh,yeah its pretty and smells good, too good.”

He stood up and laugh. A full belly laugh. And it made me laugh, really laugh? My skin tingles and my head feels light. Is it the effect of the garden? Or him? Then again does it really matter?

“What are you thinking about?”

“Why?” I’m playing with the hem of my skirt. Since when was i wearing a skirt. I mean it is pretty.

“I just want to know your mind.” He sat next to me.

he shift around to get comfortable and that is when it engulfed me, his scent. It went down my throat and I drank it. It tasted like a blend of fruit milk and flowers. Sweet, creamy, floral. I leaned closer to me and I am swore he leanded towards me too. That was when the star part of my wrist brushed against my knee sending a shock and message to my brain.

“Who are you?’ I whispered.

“Boasst,” he whispered back.

“No, what are you? Your’e not human are you?”

He stopped moving closer but his smile gotten wider. His eyes still part light and dark, still warm, cozy,and dancing with mischief.