Forgotten

Chapter 3: The Spirit People

Walking into this library is enough for me to believe that whoever sponsored this building cared more about the books than anything. The shelves were like towers made of cherry wood and had carvings on the sides above a gold plank that listed the genres and years.

I continued downwards until I reached a desk that was in front of a room with bards on the windows and door. I walk up to the desk and see a name plate that says "Joan Miller, bookkeeper".

I must be in the right place.

I look up to the bars on the door and read a golden plate with the words "restricted in bold letters.

Defiantly in the right place.

"Well hello there darlin'!"

Holy shi-

"Oh lordy I'm sorry I frightened you!"
I look at this red , curly haired woman with a southern accent.

Joan Miller?

"I'm the bookkeeper for these here books. Are you looking for somethin'?" She asks slapping a book down on her ridgity old desk. You can tell only the library is sponsored, not the people who run it.

I nod my head.

"Say, what can I get for you."

I look at the books behind her in the forbidden room and point at it.

"I'm 'fraid I'd need clearance for you to get in there. Who sent ya?"

I look around thinking.
How am I supposed to tell her Mathers sent me?

"Say let me just call over to the office and see who sent you. What's your name darlin'?" She says grabbing the phone and dialing.

I look around and see a piece of paper on her desk.

Damn you voice. Any time would suffice!

I grab the paper and a pencil and try writing. My hands are so shaky that I hardly can see what I wrote.

"That looks like a lot of rat writin' to me" she says.

I turn the paper over and write a question mark.

Bingo.

"Hmm." She talks on the phone to the office, "I have a Jane Doe here. What's that? Oh okay I'll get right with it. Bye bye now."

She hangs up the phone and takes out a big rusty old key and unlocks the door.

I walk in and see books in cases and books with all different types of covers. Some big some small.

"Sorry bout that darlin', you can never be too carful." She says coming in behind me.

I turn and look at her.

"We don't get a whole lot of people who are cleared to enter. You see we have tons of people who think they're God or Satan. Some people think they are demons. Don't want to add some lighter fluid to that fire yanno what I mean?" She says going to a shelf.
She grabs out a book that reads "World of Eyes and Myths" she hands it to me and ushers me to sit at a table then leaves closing the door behind her.

Hm, let's see why I'm so different.

I open the book to the table of contents and look for the title 'Alexandra Genesis' then find it's page number.

Ancient Egypt, one night lightning cracked through the sky and anyone watched the purple stoke gained purple eyes and pale white skin. After that they we're known as "spirit people". Shortly after the incident, these spirit people started disappearing and leaving for they were not accepted into the society the lived in.

Hmm.

In 1329 a girl named Alexandra was found with purple eyes and studies began about the mysterious purple eyed girl. She disappeared just two months into the study. Bennett James, known as the professor on the study became emotionally attached to the girl and claimed she was taken by an angel. No such claims were backed up and the story became a myth.

Wow that's something all right.

Bennett James died 2 years later committing suicide in his study.

Crazy.
So I'm either harboring a genetic disease or I'm a mythical spirit person.

Maybe I should sleep on it.

I put the book back on the shelf and leave in a hurry I don't even wave to Joan.
I go to the entrance doors where an orderly is waiting to take me to my room. Once we got in, he takes out a syringe and has my lie down.

I look at him scared.

Please no.

I struggle out of his grip but with no success he sits me roughly on my bed. He grabs the top of my head and pushes it harshly to the side.

"Just to make you more comfortable." He says injecting it in my neck.

They only do this so people won't wake up in the middle of the night, mostly because they sit in the office playing fantasy football or something. But every time it's my turn I get worried and scared. Sometimes I have a panic attack, sometimes I run to the other side of the room. No success either ways.

I close my eyes as I feel the liquid going through my body, making my arms limp and my body feel like a feather.

***
As I open my eyes I see that I'm back in the woods. I'm wearing the same dress as last time. My dream feels so real I can feel the wind blowing through my hair.

Yet everything is still. Not a sound of leaves blowing or night crawlers creeping. Just silence.

I look around, I know he's here. He'salways here. Since I left the hospital but I only see him in my dreams, buy he doesn't say anything.

"I know your here." I say.

My voice. I have you. Welcome back.

"Come out." I take a step forward.

Suddenly a shadowy figure comes out of the darkness.

"Your here." I say with relief
He looks at me, his features coming into focus.

His olive like skin so perfect. His messy blonde hair and bright blue eyes that seemed to glow. His white long sleeved shirt is unbuttoned showing his muscular body.

"Who are you?" I ask.

He says nothing but just looks at me.

"Where are we?" I look around to make my point more clear.

He looks around into the darkness.

"Answer me damn it!" I yell at him.

He steps closer to me, touching my cheek with his fingertips.

"Who am I to you?" I say looking into his eyes.

"Oh mon amour. Je veux que vous si mal. mais il n'est pas sûr, pas encore. Je vais vous rendre visite dans vos rêves jusqu'au moment" he says.

I give him a confusing look, he kisses my forehead and vanishes, along with myself as I'm awoken from my sleep.