Special Scent

I narrowly open my eyes after sleeping for I don't know how long. But a shock jerks me off my bed when I notice my entire room dark, indicating night.

For how long have I been asleep?

I find my phone beside the lamp holder on the night stand next to me. I have a hold of it and raise it up to my face, unlocking the screen to grimace 7:13 PM on my timezone. Anxiety fills my veins like a water pump.

I am late! I am late for the youth program!

I rush over to my closet and freeze at the butterflies fluttering in my stomach, added upon the pain from my period. I remember not eating but rather sleeping the whole evening.

I put all the blame on my period for making me so weak. I've always known I am a strong woman. But till I started experiencing menstrual cramp I dismissed those storylines. It has no fear or respect for anyone.

Why did it have to come today? Why??

No time to answer and feed on these tormenting emotions. I put in effort to walk and get myself a darn fitting and responsible gown from my room of dresses.

I put it on and it exposes my shape; which reveals how slim I am. Some people think talking about curves means; you must have a fat ass and think tights, with a tiny abdomen.

This revolution is not necessarily correct for that type of individual alone. It applies to me too. I am small but with an eight. My waists are slop while my hips are extended showcasing my curves. My stomach is flat and my tights are normal. So, wherever I go, no matter the dress I wear, I look elegant.

I don't like shouting colors so I go for a cream white long hand with a v-like exposure on my back. I select a high heel. Average size. I'm a tall lady. So wearing something extra long; will make me look r.e.a.l.l.y tall.

I'm now fixing a wig over my hairless head. It's very smooth, glossy and expensive. It ends over my back. And not on the waist or butt like what some women wear.

I go over my accessories and search for a good earings and a necklace. I spot my favorite round earings next to a dot-like type. I pick the dot type and put it on, along side a tiny platinum necklace.

I touch some make-up over my face and fix my eyebrows. I put on strawberry lip-gloss. This has always been my best.

Walking over to the mirror, I sight my colon. I almost forgot putting it on. I take it up and spray it all over me. I inhale the scent and grin pleasantly at myself through mirror.

I am ready to leave this-house, I look at my watch over my wrist and frown. I just used 30minutes of my time for all these!

I'm starting to feel like time is making everything possible to humiliate me.

But I won't let that happen.

I make hand of a coffee purse and exit my room. On descending the stairs, my house-mates are having dinner on the dining.

Temptation.

All my delicious meals are set on the table. I frown at the odor protruding from them. Life is indeed unfair.

My grip on the railing of the stairs is so tight that I can feel it about to break. This pain is worse than hell.

Right now I don't know If this pain is the feeling of hunger or the one beneath or both.

"Myla, what took you so long to join-"

Tiffy swallows her food prematurely after seeing me moving forward. I walk over to them while the rest of the girls stare down at me with their mouths hanging.

No, I can't resist this feeling. It's pounding on me so badly. I ignore their flustered faces and take a slice of pizza from the box. I start gulping the food like a vulture.

"You look amazing" Eliz compliments resting a bowl of tomatoes source on the table and I look at her from the corners of my eyes, responding with a mouth full.

"Thank-you"

"You didn't tell us you had a date"

I lift my fonts towards Brenhilda who has her eyes on her plate. She always teases me and she's like an elder sister too.

Rolling my eyes, I respond "You wished"

Tiffy's face lit up "I know that look. You're going to see someone for sure"

Eliz is resting on a seat next to me while looking up at me. Brenhilda does same with the same anticipation as Tiffy.

I sigh finishing up the food in my mouth "I'm going for a youth tutoring program"

"Dressed like this?!" Eliz inclines which sounds more like a negative feedback.

My brows pleat "Yes, why?"

They communicate an unknown language with their eyes to one another and I stand there in agitation.

"What?" my voice comes out loud and they flinch at the sound of it.

"You look so attractive for just-a youth meeting"

So that was the reason they made me almost run up and take off my cloth?! I thought it was-never mind.

I harvest a tissue from a small box and wipe my hands and mouth then round the table, moving away from their presence in silence.

I'm someone with a very strong mind. I don't easily change my thoughts or opinion about something.

Nothing related what they say can make me change my cloths even if it really needs attention. When I know I've done something well, I stick to it. I may not be a professional but I'm a very good designer. And I knew how attractive I'd look before wearing this dress.

They certainly just stared at my back sliding into the corridor and disappearing out of the mansion towards the garden. I hold my key up and press a button that echoes from where my car is packed. I walk over, step in, ignite my engine then drive away.

...

The room is full and everyone is seated with their eyes ahead, and ears collecting signals from a woman with a microphone on the stage. She lectures to the crowd and I walk towards an empty seat behind the hall.

Thankfully, I didn't walk in alone. Once in my seat, I scan the room for a sec then focus my attention at the female who speaks like an authoritarian.

A mixture of different colons fills my nostril at once but a special scent catches my attention.

I break eyes from the lady on the stage and re-look at the boarded hall of people as if I was called by the owner of this strong deodorant.

Suddenly people start clapping and this action diverts my focus to join them in applauding over something I wasn't even listening to.

The night is still young they say and people are now having a little dialog with one another while others are being interviewed. The lesson was a good one. And though I wasn't there at the beginning, I got the message.

I come across my schoolmates and decide to chat with a few. Everyone is busy with something as the crowd charters out but that's when my crams chooses to give me trouble.

I begin to feel very uncomfortable. Normally, I'm always in my bed with a light shirt and a long sucks under my cover in moments like this. But here is pretty polluted for me.

I groan in silence as the pain rushes over me. I'm presently unable to stand properly and I can't pretend in front of these people.

I need somewhere tranquil. I need something to distract myself while the program ends. I obtain a glass of wine from a tray served by the workers around, walk over at the balcony side, and stand there, staring at the moon.

It is a beautiful view. The moon is full and illuminates blue light. The city from my perception is very peaceful. I feel like the entire place is asleep except this hall full of humans chartering their voices throughout.

This is the type of moment I needed; Just the breeze and its calmness. The noise within accumulates with the people. That is perfect for me. I don't want to hear their echoes.

I sip my wine and my face folds at the strong taste. I don't drink alcohol but today, I need it to drive the hurt I feel underneath my skin.

I shove the feeling away and continue with my drinking even though it taste like lemon seed.

Someone walks from over my shoulder and pauses right next to me.

My breath stops instantaneously and my heart starts bouncing against my ribcage making a weird drum sound. I blink my lashes as I recover that familiar fragrance from a moment ago.

My lips part and I take in a deep breath through my mouth since my nostrils have lost their inhaling function.

My blood is rushing through my veins way to quick that I can't help myself from looking at this special being.

I gradually spin my neck and my eyes zoom in what I will call an extra archangel.

This male's hair blows with the wind and I can swear I get the smell of his shampoo. His nose is pointed out and his jawlines are perfectly made.

His lips are currently holding his glass of wine in-between them, with his strong hand clamping it as the golden liquor runs down through his Adam's apple and descends as he swallows.

His eyebrows are thick and folded. And his eyelashes are long and flashy. How can someone holds very long lashes like this when others don't even have an inch?

My eyes meet his brown orbit; that portray dominance and intimidation. He seems displeased as he focuses on something else. Something below us.

I follow the direction his eyes are landing on and my eyes stink at the sight of a gorgeous lady conversing with a young man of her age.

Who is she?

I will admit, I've never seen such beauty in a while. She is well formed with long dark hair falling against her hips.

I stop checking her out because of my poor eye condition and re-drift my gaze at the dandie adult beside me.

I'm now frozen and so is my brain as I meet two unreadable eyes drilling into mine. The god is seriously mimicking at me and for some odd reasons, I don't stare away.

I gulp as anxiety rushing over me. My palms are sweating and the hand holding my glass begins to shake. Tremor has possessed my body.

To be continued...