Sanitize

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. Buuuut, 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.

Babump. Shit! Where the fuck am I?!