Okay so this chapter is half Boomer POV, half Bubbles. This chapter is kind of showcase of all the freaking literary devices that where jammed in my head today (11th grade is hard :[ ) But yea, I hope you enjoy. If i keep having restless nights you guys can expects updates daily. if not every two days and if not every week, but hopefully it sticks in the 1-2 day range. I already have the next chapter in mind and I CANT wait for you guys to read it.
Boomer
The wind blew fierce and rough, tugging at my clothes, hair, and even threatening to drag my body with it. My hand covered my face in attempt to black any incoming debris. I continued to march forward, away from the forming sandstorm, and grunted at the slowness of the process. Just as I was inches away from the tree, that I thought would be the savior of this mess, the sand stopped and fell.
I scanned around, spinning in every direction until I was certain that I was alone. I licked my dry, sandy lips and continued my short walk to the tree. The sun was starting to burn so I rolled my jeans up and took off my shirt, holding it perfectly in my hand. The back of my hand was used to wipe the, newly formed, beads of sweat that dripped down my forehead.
Silence then filled the air, and nothing seemed to move. For a few seconds it felt like only me in the world. Then, the black clouds filled the dark skies and thunder echoed throughout the now changed scenery of a field. In the middle of the field stood a single white flower, swaying kindly, overpowering the newest windstorm.
Drip. I narrowed my eyes in the direction of the flower. Drip. Another fell, adding even more confusion. I carefully stood up and made my way over to the flower. Drip. The closer I got, the more metallic and sticky the air around me felt, and the more I knew I was right. I scrunched up my nose in disgust when I saw that the white flower had received a few red dots on its beautiful petals. Another crackle of thunder boomed throughout the fields.
In a few seconds, the flower was drenched in that sticky substance, and a high-pitched screech filled the empty grasslands. A pitch I was oh too familiar with. "Ana?!"
I shot up from bed, nearly slamming my head on the nearby concrete along the way. My body struggled to get air as I gasped frantically, shaking to try to keep myself from missing a breath. For once, it felt good to breathe in the air from the walls of Sinclair.
Once I was calm enough, I brought my legs to the edge of the bed, gluing them onto the floor as my elbows dug into my thighs and my hands gripped my hair violently. The warm tears danced behind my shut eyes and I clenched my jaw in order to send them back.
I must have been in that position for a while because once the guards came to take us to lunch, I could barely move. It took all the strength that I had stored inside, but I made it to the lunch hall on time.
I took my seat at the normal table, the one crammed in the back corner against the moldy walls, and sighed, scanning around for that beautiful head of blonde hair. It wasn't long before she arrived, and when she did, a devilish grin spread across my lips. She was fun to mess with, and quite possibly the only good thing about Sinclair.
She looked down at the paper in her small hands, then back up at me and smiled. My eyebrows knitted together in confusion as she took a seat next to me and scanned her paper. She pushed a stray piece of her blonde hair behind her ear and smiled once more.
"I thought that we could play a game. To find out more about each other." She said, speaking softly and observing my actions.
I crossed my arms over my chest, pushing aside the need to scratch these itchy prison clothes, and huffed. "What happened to 'Oh no! He's going to skin me alive!'?"
Her cheeks flushed a sweet pink color and she looked away. "Only trying to be safe here." I rolled my eyes and motioned for her to continue. "Okay, so it's called twenty-five questions. And what we do is that one of us reads all the questions, and the other has to answer, and then we switch. Ready?" I nodded and she giggled, adding a little clap at the end of it. "Okay, one. Do you have any pets?"
I raised an eyebrow and chuckled. "Out of the over trillion questions in the universe, you ask about my pets?" She nodded and I sighed. "I had a pet goldfish named Nemo before I left. I think he's dead now. I never fed him, I don't know how he made it this far, if he did."
She giggled that adorable giggle of hers and smiled. "Okay, two. When was the last time you took a shower?"
"A month ago," I chortled at the face she made but shook my head. "No. Last night, the water was super hot, it was perfect."
"Ew I thought you were serious, anyway. What did your last text message say, and who was it to?"
That question was enough to cause me to take a deep breath. Tears threatened to spill once again, but I wouldn't let them out, especially in front of Bubbles. "I don't remember." I mumbled sternly, hiding back any unwanted emotion. She blinked slowly, her face filled with curiosity.
"We can talk-"
"No. You're smart, you know that there is a fine line between being insane and being a criminal, right?" Her sky blue eyes faded navy as she nodded.
"Too bad they go together when it comes to you, huh?" I could feel my nostrils flail at the bluntness of her words, and her tone showed that she was serious. My teeth clenched as I stood up from the table and walked toward an empty desk away from her. She had things to say, she can keep them to herself. If only she knew...
Bubbles
After the incident with Boomer during lunch, which I now totally and completely accept as my fault, my day had gone downhill. Another patient had been admitted, her name was Ms. Bellum, the mop of auburn curls that was sneaking around yesterday, and she claimed her innocence with screams and kicks, I had a few bruises from when I attempted to sedate her.
After that, I ended up delivering the pajamas to everyone on floor three, even Boomer who just sat and stared at me until I left. And to make it all worse, the rain poured down on me as I walked home. Blossom had stayed late and tonight was Buttercup's night off, so it was just me and the thick rain tonight.
Well it WAS just me, until a black car cruised next to me and rolled their window down. "Hey there, Bubs. Glad I caught you, need a ride home? I don't want you sick for our date on Friday." It was Mike. I looked around at the dark skies and sighed, nodding my head softly. He smiled sweetly and stepped out of the car, placing a blanket over me and walking me to the passengers side.
"Thank you so much!" I mumbled through purple lips and chattering teeth.
"No problem, a good deed for a good deed, no? Think of this as a thank you for agreeing to go out with me." The blue in his eyes sparkled and a chuckle erupted from the back of his throat, causing my cheeks to flush.
"I a-actually want to go out on a date with you, it's no f-favor. If anything you're h-helping me, I've had a stressful couple of weeks, I need a day off, and being with a cute guy is just a b-bonus." Now it was his turn to blush. "Oh, and just keep driving down this road. 2242 L-langton Rd is where I live."
He followed my instruction and we were there in a couple of minutes. For awhile, we sat in the comfort of our silence before he looked at my driveway and smiled. "Want me to walk you?" I nodded and he opened his door, and then mine.
The rain continued to pelt through the blanket as we ran through the puddles and onto my porch. Our eyes met for only a second and then we both looked away. I loved how shy he was, it added to all his other perfect features.
"I... Uh, guess I should get going, now." He said, his gaze not leaving the tip of his shoe. I giggled and he met my gaze, shooting me a half-smile and then looking down once more.
"H-hey, thanks. I'm really g-grateful." I gave him a quick hug and peck on the cheek then handed back his blanket. "I can't wait for our date on F-friday!" I shouted.
He waved and nodded. "I know! Hopefully this rain clears up by then, see ya!" He got into his car and started the engine, then sped off.
"Me too..." I huffed under my shivering breath.