Sarah Codache
Walking within this capacious building to nowhere was such boring and toxic. People right here would not allow me to see the outside world once again. Even though I pleaded with the guy who captured me to join, he disagreed. He told me that he doesn't want to get fired just because of following my plea. I sighed, realizing that my decision to go with him the last time was a wrong move.
Two guards were at my back. They were following where I go, even when I had to take my necessities. I felt that the people in this goddam building were trying to tie my neck. Kitchen workers were hindering my stomach from eating the food I want. That guy with pores restricted my will to stay outside too long from the room where I temporarily lived.
Ugh! I have no freedom at all!
"Excuse me, miss, Christian is looking for you." One of the guards in a black suit surprisingly blocked my way towards the top door. I was kind of terrified when he did that. I thought he was going to hurt me or something. Seriously, this made me sick.
I stepped back a bit and had a deep thought. Oh, so that guy who was always with me all the time is Christian, huh. I roamed my eyes around to see the areas where I haven't visited yet.
I stomped my foot twice and made a loud sigh for the eagerness to stay in the meantime. "Right now? But, I haven't enjoyed it much yet." I looked towards the second guard at my left. "Come on, tour with me for another hour. I don't want to go!" I needled while simultaneously looking the both of them. My eyes were begging for their positive response.
But, the guard who blocked my way insisted. "Miss, please don't make our job harder."
I bowed my head after hearing those words. It seemed like I didn't have any choice at all. As much as I did not want these people to harm just because of me, I think it was also better to stop arguing with them further.
I let out air with my eyebrows, going with the flow of my sad feeling. "Okay..." After which, we headed back to my room.
As the natural environment embraced my sight, I immediately ran towards my bed, huffed above the foam, buried my head under the white pillow, and let my shoes put over these thick, colorful bed sheets. I admit the feeling of being here in my room they prepared for me is so satisfying. It was just that being here for such a long time makes me feel alone. Being satisfied will never last.
"How long have you been roaming around this building that you felt exhausted like that?" The voice of the man approached my direction. It was Christian. As he sat in front of me, where I buried my face, the foam began to move. He then placed his hands right in front of me. My eyes quickly opened widely. I was shocked.
I glanced at him a bit, making sure that I still covered half of my face. "I am not tired," I responded in a cold tone voice. Hmph!
I heard him laughed a little. "Well, your voice said so."
Why was this man even here? I was not in the mood to talk to him right now!
As I watched him giving gestures to the guards to leave us alone by just using his head, I suddenly remembered that time when I fainted. I guess it was because of his pores? But, what was the connection with that? I also identified the sudden flash of memory I had with that random guy I saw in that unusual building. Wait! The girl I saw at that time looked exactly like me.
No! It was indeed myself!
"Any problem?" Christian's voice brought back my attention. I blinked my eyes thrice and fixed my posture as I sat in front of him.
While looking at his face, I froze. His pores were gone away. I carefully reached my fingers to point his face. What happened?
He looked confused because of what I did, but later on, he understood. "Oh, I guess you cannot believe that my face doesn't look dirty anymore." He immediately said while smiling at me.
I held back my hand and looked down when I felt unwell for a second. My eyes started to close, but I tried my best to stay awake. Ugh, what is this?
I touched the side of my eyes and massaged it, hoping for this pain to minimize.
When my eyes accidentally looked at Christian again, his reaction was bare. His eyes were looking at me casually. His mouth shut. It did not even make a reaction like he usually did before. It seemed like he was not affected at all. This unchanged reaction of him made me felt suspicious.
"I knew it was you who made it." He suddenly spoke an open statement that I didn't understand. I looked at him in confusion.
"What are you saying?" I asked, wondering if I have something important to know.
He fixed his collar first before facing me again. He cleared his throat and began to speak. "When you faint the last time, you held my pulse, right? He asked to confirm.
I nodded.
"At that time, your hands glow in blue. That reaction crawled to my arms until it reached my face." He added in a calm, formal manner. I felt agitated and could not focus on what I was thinking after hearing his words. I was trying to remember every single detail I can during that time when I fainted, but my mind gave up.
Christian noticed my reaction, and so he spoke up. "You don't need to deliberate whether what I said was true. It was that you didn't notice what you did because, by the time your eyes closed, the reaction just began." He explained.
I felt relieved after what he said. Phew, I thought I was having a loss of memory all of a sudden.
There was a minute of silence between the two of us until I realized something. After searching the surroundings inside this room, I instantly looked back to Christian. He was startled due to my unexpected reaction.
"Any problem again-"
"Why is this place full of plants? I mean, there's water, butterflies, and flowers." I accidentally cut off his words by asking. He was about to say something, but he stopped when I made a sign for me to continue. "Well, this room of mine that you guys prepared is lovely, but I am just wondering why I need to be in this garden-like-place?" I raised my eyebrows with eyes hungry to seek an actual response.
As I waited for him to answer, I was confused by his expression. His face looked confused as I was like he did not expect me to ask that question. Well, was I too sensitive?
I straightened my back and moved a little away from him to withdraw my question. "Oh, I didn't mean to-"
"Are you really not aware of who you are?" He asked, ripping off my words. And because of what he swiftly asked, I stilled in the difficulty of analyzing what he was trying to say.
I blinked my eyelids several times before making myself respond to him, full of questions. "What-" It startled me when he stood up and faced that green plant with golden flowers right in front of my bed which was located a few feet away. He slowly walked towards it, and when he stopped blocking my sight to see the plant, he managed not to start a conversation again with me.
I waited for his answers, but he didn't speak. He was just there, looking at that small plant. So, I decided to lay my back on the bed, covered half of my body with a blanket and faced sidewards to my right.
I entertained myself with that view of a waterfall. I felt disappointed, knowing that I didn't know myself well.
Did I lose myself?
Later on, I heard a loud breath that came from Christian. But, it did not give me an appetite to move and expect answers. I will not force him to reveal the things I am not aware of myself.
I think it is much better if I will discover those on my own.
"I'll go now." He surprisingly spoke. At this time, he began to have a more formal approach to me.
I just remained with my position as I reacted. "Where are you going?" I asked. I was curious about his works and businesses.
I didn't look at him so I did not have any idea how he acted. I can only tell it through the way he discoursed. "I am going to visit a friend." He simply said, but I wasn't convinced. I felt a weird feeling that there's might be something more context than what he was saying.
"I want to know your friend." I was too unconscious to evaluate my thoughts at this time. I was not in my full self anymore. Perhaps, I enjoyed staring at these waterfalls.
It took him a minute or two before he responded. "You already know him."
Him? I thought. That means, his friend was a man. Wait, I only knew Christian and that mysterious guy I met who claimed that I knew him before. Who's that man again?
"Is that-"
"Yes," He instantly replied. It seemed like he already knew what I was thinking. "The friend I am talking to is Wake." He added.
I froze when I heard that name again. I cannot understand what I felt this time, but my mind seemed comfortable while hearing that name. It felt strange. It was like telling me that Wake isn't a stranger to me anymore even though I only met him once!
I quickly got up from my bed and looked straight at Christian. I wasn't sure about this, but my mind was telling me to go with him. "I want to go with you-"
"No, you can't."
"But, why?"
He stopped for a while. "Wake ordered us not to let you in unless he is awake."
Wait, what? I can only see him when he is awake? What does it mean?