Azalea panicked, "I don't know how."
She was expecting this to happen but not so soon, whenever Azalea tried to let her mental beast out something always went horribly wrong.
Everytime she would blank out and when she opened her eyes her father would be waiting patiently to take her home after being kicked out of another school.
The professor seeing Azalea get upset wanted to soothe her but at the same time she was also curious about Azalea's mental beast.
Professor Lane said soothingly, "no need to panic. Just close your eyes and listen to the sound of my voice go to your inner secret place. It might be a sea, a palace, or a shack. Only you alone knows what your inner secret place looks like, are you there yet?"
Everyone in the class kept quiet and Azalea looked like she was in a trance as she let the sound of Professor Lane's voice calm her nerves and she opened the door to her inner mental garden.
"I'm there now professor, what should I do next?" asked Azalea.
"Call to it, say here my voice and answer my call," advised Professor Lane.
"Here my voice and answer my call," repeated Azalea anxiously.
Nothing happened, so she repeated it a few more times.
The little sprout raised her head, the master was finally calling out to her.
She was so happy and felt like all of her roots were about to lift up and burst out of the soil.
Then she got distracted by the smell of something delightful outside of the classroom.
The sprout wanted to obey her master but the tantalizing smell outside was too much of a distraction to ignore.
It was ages since she had gotten to smell and taste such grade A fertilizer and the sprout needed to act swiftly if it was going to escape and go to that delicious smell.
"Azalea, are you okay?" inquired Lana.
Azalea was almost to the center of the classroom when she stopped and did something unusual.
She spun around three times and before coming to a complete stop, the fragrant smell of lilies wafted from her body.
All her students asked excitedly, "is she alright?" "what is she doing?"
Even Professor Lane tried to get Azalea to return to her seat but to no avail.
The smell coming from Azalea's pores were now so overpowering that it became visible but before anyone could think to leave the classroom the fragrance put them all to sleep.
Like a woman possessed Azalea fled the classroom before Professor Lane could regain her senses and try to stop her, that teacher was a formidable opponent.
Azalea was literally being led by her nose, or should we say the sprout as she ran to where the divine fragrance was calling to her sprout.
Sweat trickled down her forehead as she ran down two flights of stairs, cut across the courtyard and started climbing over a fence like a monkey under the hot scorching sun.
She had arrived at the sports arena, where a class was being held, Azalea observed a young man ask the coach to be excused from class.
Did no one else smell the tantalizing scent wafting off of him?
No one noticed as she got closer to the changing room that the young man had now entered.
Then she watched as he slipped out of the changing room and made a detour to an old equipment shed that looked like it had been abandoned for some time.
Her curiosity piqued, was he going through withdrawal and was going for a smoke in a location that no one used regularly anymore?
The sprout checked, the young sentry hadn't locked the door so the sprout followed the young man inside.
She heard something break and inside the shed was pitch black so she jumped out of fright.
"I know you're there," said a young crass voice. "Get out before I do something rash."
Her feet stepped on something wet, there was broken glass on the ground as if the young sentry punched something in a fit of rage.
Azalea came to her senses at that point, the sprout went back to hiding and trembling in the mental garden.
What kind of trouble had the sprout gotten her into?"
She turned to obey the voice walking towards the door when the door suddenly slammed shut.
"Too late," a voice growled in the darkness.
As a conduit Azalea could feel the turbulent mental energy circulating around the room and as the only vessel in the room.
The angry waves emitted from the sentry made a beeline for her body.
Azalea took a deep breath and braced for impact, no one taught her how to deal with a sentry undergoing a mental collapse near her.
"No one can know," the young man kept repeating.
Was she locked in the shed with a mad man, if he decided to hurt or kill her then no one would know.
Just this maddening thought sent a wave of sudden chills down her spine.
"I mean you know harm," declared Azalea. "You're injured, let me help you."
"What is a conduit doing over this side of the fence," a hoarse voice asked.
"I'm not exactly sure, it's like I was possessed and when I came to. I found myself in this dark place with you. I think your scent called to me."
"Bullshit," his voice was soft and even though he tried to act tough it still sounded pleasant to the ears.
There was so much she didn't understand why didn't he tell the coach he wasn't feeling well?
Why come and hide in the shed almost as if he didn't want anyone to know he is going through this period of instability in his life?
"Let me find someone to help you, I'll come back, I promise," offered Azalea.
"Don't leave me, you'll only get in trouble if you go."
"Your fist must be bleeding and your breathing is heavy. I don't like hearing you in pain, there must be something I can do."
"This pain's nothing I can't handle but do you truly want to help me?"
Azalea tried to make her voice gentle and sound trustworthy, she said softly, "Yes, you can count on me."
"Then give me a kiss."