Breathe

Trust the clear blue sea

Sanjit rested her head for a while, when she awoke she heard the rumbling of voices. Sanjit quietly got up and creeped closer to the voices, she heard them from the kitchen. She strained to hear, but couldn't help her ease dropping. The hushed voices sounded urgent and worrisome.

It was a no brainer that it was Ms. Jane and Illya, Sanjit thought to herself. She got close enough to make out the words, 'boy', 'funeral', 'worried' , murder.

The death of the little boy came rushing back into her head. Sanjit's legs threatened to give from under her. The boy, it's your fault, San. Just like Annie was, once again, you couldn't save anyone.

Sanjit felt the guilt and grief rush through her veins. This was all her fault. She felt the bile rise in her throat, her hand slapped against a wall to keep herself up right.

The voices stopped abruptly and rushed to where they heard the sound. Sanjit was already gone, running up the stairs to hide in a room. She couldn't have let them know she was listening. She found the closest room and walked in closing the door quietly.
When she ventured further into the room she discovered it was Illya's room.

She saw different pictures hanging around, the red light still on. They were pictures of his mom. On his dresser were pictures of a man. Was that his dad, Sanjit questioned into the air. She could see where Illya got his looks from. Though Illya had two very beautiful parents, Illya's features resembled closer to his dad.

Sanjit's transparent skin pressed against get ribs, bones jutting out of her skin. She felt a shiver as she skimmed over his room. Illya had a chaotic neatness about him, his room showed this. Many books we're stacked carelessly on top of each other. Some books were educational, but most were fictional for pleasure.

Sanjit gave breathless laugh that danced off her lips, interested in learning about Illya she kept pressing further into the room. Sanjit found that Illya liked to biz a bit and was a well known gentleman as far as she could tell. He had stacked books about mystery. Sanjit sat in the middle of the floor and began to read one of his books. Sanjit hadn't known how long she'd been up there, but she caught herself wondering why no one was coming up to get her. She'd forgotten about the sadness that was threatening to overflow from her transparent pale brown little body.

Sanjit was a chapter from the finish when the door cracked open, but she hadn't taken notice. Sanjit was to eager too finish the book. Ms.Jane snuck into the room quietly, picked up a book and was about to walk out. Jane turned back surveying Sanjit's now brightened face and smiled walking out.

More time passed and Sanjit was spread out on the floor, beginning a comic book she'd found. Illya soon came in and stood there staring at her, behind his eyes you could see the flaming fire behind his blank stare. Sanjit gave a slight yelp as she scrambled to her feet.

"Illya. Hi, I was....reading." Illya stared her down, arms stuffed in his pockets.

"I see." Illya responded, his voiced clipped and heavy.

"I apologize, I'm going to just go now." Sanjit hurried and gathered herself together, putting everything back where she found it.

"You're afraid of me." Illya controverted staring through her body.

Sanjit playfully scoffed and turned, stopping mid sentence as fear struck her. Illya was dangerously close.

" How would you get that silly conclusion?" Sanjit pressed on and laughed, it being all empty and fake.

"Then you prove." Illya said, his voice tight and deeper than before.
Tick-tock
Tick-tock
Tick-tock
Tick -tock

Tick-tock

"How could I prove it?" Sanjit stared back this time, refusing to back down.

But it felt as though a large lemon was shoved in her throat. She couldn't breathe, she didn't want to in fear of busting down, she couldn't do that right now.

"Trust me Sanjit."