I froze as he stumbled backwards. Lifted my hand slightly to help him, but he flinched and I lowered it again. Then reality crashed on me. He had seen me. That means he either dies or he stays with me until the day he dies. I can already guess which one the higher ups will choose. The sadistic bumble brains. I quickly walked over to the boy and lifted him up none too softly. I dragged him with me until we came to my house, it wasn’t too far from the hospital and I needed him to calm down before I could talk to him. I dragged him into the house, he was going into shock. I sat him on the couch and slapped him. The guy blinked a few times before his eyes zoned in on me and he yelled.
“What are you?!” I rolled my eyes before heading into the kitchen and making some passionflower (Passiflora incarnata) tea or him to drink. Passionflower tea helps with stress and anxiety; it was first used by Native Americans in southern America. It has flavone chrysin, which had anti-anxiety benefits and works similarly to pharmaceutical Xanax (Alprazolam). Which as you can guess is an anti-anxiety medicine.
I handed the tea to the boy and waited. He didn’t drink.
“drink.” I told him as he eyed the tea with caution. I sighed and picked up the tea before pouring a little into a cup and sipping it. I then handed it back to the boy who took it into his hands. “It’s not poison. Now drink, it’ll help with the nerves.” I watched as he sipped it before taking a large gulp. He placed the cup down as I sat across from him. He eyed me carefully before looking down and pursing his lips. I was surprised he wasn’t screaming bloody murder. “How much did you see?” I asked him.
“Enough”
“What is your name?” I asked in a shaky voice. I was scared. For the first time in forever, I was scared but not for myself, well a little, but mostly for the boy who sat in front of me.
“Luca, Luca Marcel.” I stood up and rubbed my sweating hands against my shorts. I paced for a little while until I heard his voice again. “What’s going to happen to me?” he asked in a slightly panicked voice.
“Nothing, I’m the one who will face punishment but I have to tell you, nothing will ever be the same for you. You’re going to be watched, most likely by me, so you better get used to it.” I told him seriously.
“Excuse me? No, definitely not.”
“It’s not like you have a choice, unless you want a different guardian and believe me, the guys they send aren’t warm fuzzy teddy bears. They’re just plain, poked awake, bears.”
“But I didn’t do anything! I don’t want to die!”
“Oh shut it! You’re not going to die, if anything, I might.” I gave him a glare as he tried to stand up but sat down when he saw me. I heard a booming outside and nearly passed out from the fear. I felt cold as I went to the door and opened it a figure came in. I followed it into the room where Luca sat. I watched as he jumped when he caught sight of the figure. This figure is what I call a messenger. What he does is pretty much as his name implies. He delivers messages from the higher ups to me. I’ve never met any of the higher ups but I don’t think I want to.
I watched as the figure turned to me and spoke through our heads, ‘you will watch this young one and when the time is right, you will take him. He has seen too much to be risked. He is a liability and if after this, someone were to ever see you again, you will be held responsible and you will be banned from paradise forever. You will wander for neither hell nor heaven will take you.’ I paled slightly at his bluntness and looked back at the boy. I could guess he still went to school and it would be hard to keep track of him unless I enrolled too. Man, the higher ups live to make me miserable. I have dodged going to school for years and now here I go. I didn’t want to take the life of the boy. I wasn’t supposed to, it could destroy everything. The very balance of the earth and believe me, it isn’t going to be pretty. I let out a shaky breathe as the messenger disappeared from sight once again.
