Chapter 19: 8.2 – Your My Best Friend ~ Whenever this world is cruel to me. I got you to help me forgive.

*Your My Best Friend by Queen

 

A portal came to life and she jumped in. As her body sank into the portal, she felt a welcoming coldness surrounding her, and her feet tapped onto the welcoming center of the Heroes’ Headquarters. She walked past security guards and went through detectors that could detect the demonic presence and any other magical creatures. As a part demon, the detector always flashed red and beeped noisy at her.

Sara groaned as one of the security guards put a cross necklace over her and made her put a hand on the Bible. This part she never seemed to understand and felt so ridiculous when she went through this process. “Password: Be Thou My Vision.” Michael consistently changed the password each month. She was usually the first one to know the new password at the beginning of the month. Usually, the new passwords were hymn names or Bible verses.

The security guard said, “Go ahead.”

Every time Sara went through the security checkpoint, nervousness flattered through her body. She knew it was silly, but if someone objected or something went incredulously wrong? Because, what if she was just a mistake?

Overthinking Sara. Geez, at this rate you are going to overthink how to sneeze.

“What kind of potions are these?” the angel asked, a female security guard. She lifted an eyebrow as she gazed at the shimmering purple liquid.

Sara responded, “Medicine.” She really wanted to add: Please don’t tell my father! Then the angels would most definitely tell her father.

The angel shook the potion and then shrugged. Sara could see it in her face that she didn't give a fuck if Sara choked on the medicine she brought herself, “I hope it works,” said the angel.

Sara was surprised by the kind words and smiled brightly, “I hope you have a great day!”

All the heroes and angels looked at her and one of them just smirked. Sara grabbed her bag and went out of the checkpoint down into a glass hallway, overlooking a garden on one side and a fighting arena on the next. She was in the cafeteria and went up the floor and came into her room. Sara put her bag down and took out a potion. She looked at it cautiously, shaking it up and down, seeing it glitter and move like a slimy way.

Sara scanned her bedroom to see if Sal was there, but he had been oddly quiet. Good, you ruined my morning. She uncorked the potion and took a swing, tasting like grapes. The teenager didn’t remember how much she needed to take, so she drank one-third of the bottle, feeling that was too much. She put the potions in her bathroom drawer and hoped to God the potion worked.

Sara went down into the exercise room and plugged in her Bluetooth earplugs. She put the music as high as she could without damaging her eardrums and started exercising, which usually took her three hours on a good day. If she was feeling stressed or depressed, so notched exercise for five hours. If Sara had time on her hand, which she usually did, it would turn into about eight hours of exercising, sweating, and loud music to pump her adrenaline.

She did feel a little bit stressed as she replayed her training session with her best friend Kate. Sara missed Kate. They haven’t been together for a while. Kate had been off doing small errands for Michael or making out with that ugly dude, Andrew.

Sara shuddered at the idea of romance and sex. After an hour of thinking about how many positions a couple really could do, her body was tired of doing the treadmill and she started doing weights, which she only did for fifteen minutes. Her least favorite activity. Her mind trailed off to the session again, of how pathetic she was in front of her father. She was having fun but she escalated it and could’ve finished Kate off early.

After fifteen minutes and gasping for air, sweating down her head to her yoga pants, Sara moved on. Doing a couple of hours of doing more training in the fighting arena where she fought with the illusions and Kate, made her worn out and she moved outside of the Heroes’ Headquarters and into the forest and cool air. She did a fast pace walk into the trail, letting the music soothe her soul.

A short walk into the dense, quiet forest, she stopped at an overfallen tree bark. Her long wavy black hair was blowing in the breeze, highlighting her developing cheekbones and glossy lips. Her father told her, that nature seemed to enhance her looks every time she was there.

Sara turned off her music to enjoy the sound of nature. She closed her eyes and seconds later, heard footsteps behind her and recognized them immediately, “Kate?” She turned around, a smile across her face, “Hey, I wanted to apologize for that stupid stunt I did to you.” She looked up at Kate’s smooth tan flawless skin face.

Kate laughed, “Nah, it’s fine, Sara. Can I walk with you?”

Sara nodded and looked back at the tree trunk, “Remember when I fell on this trunk?”

Kate nodded and knelt to the rusted log, “Yeah. I was looking for you because Michael was making us mac n cheese and I couldn’t find you. When you woke up, you were crying.”

Sara said, “I would’ve forgotten that accident, but...the thing is that makes me remember, I don’t remember how I got there. I swear someone was carrying me here.”

"But you tripped over the tree,” said Kate, starting to walk.

“I don’t remember tripping.”

“What do you remember then?”

Sara traced her memory. She recalled heading back to the living room, excited for dinner, and for some reason, she got sidetracked. Her memory went dark, and she felt a strange pressure, almost a headache coming over her. It happened every time she tried to remember what had happened that day. Another reason she could recall the memory of that day. Pitch died. She scoffed at herself, remembering that he looked pretty.

“What are you laughing at?” asked Kate, letting Sara catch up with her.

“Nothing,” Sara said.

Kate frowned and then said, “You told us that you went to the basement to see the sword.”

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“That doesn’t state why I was in the forest,” added Sara. She now remembered saying that, but couldn’t find that spot of memory in her going to look at the sword.

Kate said, “Michael said that the reason you went into the forest was that the sword scared you. It can do that. Powerful weapon.”

"Indeed,” agreed Sara.

The forest ground made soft noises beneath their feet, the crunching of small twigs from their shoes and leaves being mushed.

“Hey, you remember Michael used to tell us that—” Kate used her best voice interpretation of Michael, her voice deep and as manly as possible, “’ The trees will howl out nature’s music and the breeze are the notes of the music sheets. Listen carefully and you can hear the gates of Heaven.'”

Sara and Kate burst into giggles. Sara responded, “I remember closing my eyes and saying to him, ‘I think the gates are opening!’”

Kate snickered, “And I said: ‘I hear the heavenly music of the gate welcoming us!’”

Sara shook her head, smiling. She snapped a branch from a tree, breaking the branch little by little, “I don’t believe that anymore, do you?”

“No,” answered Kate with a sigh, “But sometimes, I do admit, I close my eyes and imagine the gates of Heaven opening up.” Her cheeks went red, “Although, I feel childish saying that.” Trees overcast thick shadows, and some sunlight spotted the forest.

“That’s okay,” said Sara. Her eyes the color of coals gazed lovingly back at her friend, “It’s just me.”

Kate looked at her friend, which she always thought was like a little sister to her, now growing up so much, “I never meant to call you childish in front of Lucifer. You are grown up. God forbid, you are only fifteen.”

Sara looked back at her friend, “Hey, it’s okay. And, I’m turning sixteen less than a week!”

Kate scoffed, “Big difference. I remember when I turned sixteen, I felt no different than I did the day before.” She breathed in the fresh air, “Honestly, I still kinda feel like sixteen in this eighteen-year-old body.”

The woods creaked as they walked for a long mile, Sara was enjoying the noise of the woods, but a little bit crept of how perfect the creaking of the woods sounded just like the creaking of a door., “How do I know when to mature when I’m immortal?”

Kate glanced at her from the bizarre questioned and answered to the best of her ability, “Well. Honestly Sara.” She gazed around the forest and back to her, “You mature when you feel you are ready. You don’t have to mature the same day when you turn eighteen. You mature from the past and who you are.” She could feel the words cutting deep into her and she hoped it helped her friend. Maturing was a hard part for her too. She needed to be an adult to get that self-respect from the heroes and angels, but she didn’t want to have life’s responsibilities.

Sara hugged herself again. Kate noted she did this when she was thinking about herself or uncomfortable. She would go to what she was thinking about herself, “Kate, I don’t know where I fit. Do I even fit here?” Her eyes turned to Kate, sullen and almost scared-like. Like a lost puppy.

Kate stared at her and saw the hurt on her friend’s face, “Sara, of course, you belong here. Why are you doubting that? You’re Michael’s daughter and my best friend.”

Sara hugged herself even tighter as they continued walking, almost back to where they started, a trail that circled, “But am I enough? All I will be known as is Michael’s daughter, nothing more or less.

Kate looked at her in disbelief. She couldn’t deny this. Even though she was Sara’s best friend, all Kate saw in Sara was a delicate daughter under the protection of the highest of Archangel, the leader of the heroes, and the imperative leader of the heavenly army.

But, as Kate thought that, she also thought of Sara as this mighty warrior that had amazing skill in fighting. Not to be under-minded at all.

“Kate, what I see you is an amazing sidekick that everyone loves and wants to be. You are strong-headed and never back down. I...wish I was like you.”

Kate knew Sara sometimes wanted to have qualities like her, but not be like her. “Sara, not everything about me is good. Be your own person.” She was surprised at how quickly their conversations could turn personal. But they were friends after all. Kate was aware Sara didn’t have many people to lean on and also knew she was so negative to herself. She heard her friend’s voice saying: He won’t stop. Stop what? Talking bad things about her? She highly doubt this guy was negative to her, or Sara would’ve killed herself, she was delicate that way. But of course, the voice didn’t help at all.

Kate didn’t know how to help Sara with her hallucinating. Kate had, but, she didn’t do much assistance.

At least Kate could support her friend in other ways. Sara always was there when Kate needed her the most. Like being there when her parents were killed and taking her mind off the horror of the past.

Kate wondered if she should tell Sara about Thomas Pitch. But Michael seemed to want that conversation as secretive as possible, and Sara was his daughter, so he could tell her when he felt so. For now, it was between Kate and Michael, something just between them. Kate liked that.

Sara sighed contently as they reached their start, “You want to have dinner with me? We can watch some trashy romance and have popcorn!”

Kate smiled, there was nothing else she would love to do, “Trashy romance, here we go!” She smacked her hand against Sara’s back, who punched Kate in the shoulder. Kate winced, but Sara didn’t notice as she skipped to the Heroes’ Headquarters. Kate felt the throbbing pain go sharper as she rubbed where she was punched. She wanted to shout: Next time be gentle. But Sara was out of hearing range.

Kate sighed and mumbled to herself, “You don’t know how strong you can be sometimes, do you, Sara?” Despite that, a grin tugged at her face as she ran to catch up with her friend, “I dibs picking the movie!”

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