Seconds in Time

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{I'm going to start posting the songs that I listen to while writing this. I make a list of songs for each story. It's easier to write that way :) }

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I wished we could think of something to actually converse about, but neither of us really tried. We hardly even looked at each other. After dinner he went back to his office and I returned happily to the library. I picked up my book to read again, but ended up staring up at the ceiling and drifting off into space.

All I could think about was how normal Alexander looked in when he had gotten me for dinner. It was cute really. Should I let myself thing that? I mean, he's a horrible person and I hate him, but I have to spend the rest of my life with him. Is everything I think going to be a contradiction? Yeah, yeah it probably will be. Why can't life just be easy for once?

I looked at my ring, which throughout the day I had forgotten was even there. I shook my head at it and found the page I had stopped on in my book. For a long time I would read a little and then fall back into my thoughts. I was sad about not being able to lounge around in my pajamas all day and I would probably never wear regular flip-flops again. I guess this is the end of my laziness.

After reading for so long I started getting bored. Then I remembered that there was a whole library full of books in front of me. I set my book down and stared looking around again. I decided early in my search that I would hunt for something unusual. There's got to be something somewhere.

When about fifteen minutes went by and I hadn't found anything to even skim through, I started having my doubts. Maybe they hid all the good stuff from me. That's what I thought before I came across a little black leather book. I pulled it off the shelf and flipped open the cover. The top right corner had been signed intricately in gold by "Sally". I flipped to the first page and had to extend my range of vision.

A castle had been drawn in black, covering the first two pages of the book. It looked like a charcoal drawing but it didn't smear when I brushed my thumb across it. Something about the scene was frightening. The castle didn't look as pleasant as this one, but it wasn't too stereotypical either. I wish I could point out what was so scary about it. Maybe it was just because I hadn't expected it.

I flipped to the next page and saw a sentence scribbled above and obviously startling picture.

"This is a thief." The hastily written sentence said.

The picture below it was of a smoky black mass with a set of long, sharp teeth and large, glowing eyes. I didn't understand what she meant until I saw what she had written below it.

"They are a hallucination brought on by my psychosis." The words tugged at my heartstrings. Something about just seemed terribly sad.

I yawned and carefully rubbed under my eye as to not smear my eyeliner across my face. After such a long day of worrying, waiting, arguing, and being annoyed I would probably sleep well. Of course, I was too stubborn to just put the book up and go to bed. Being a night owl I never really wanted to sleep.