The lonely girl's safe place.
I breathed against the glass waiting for the door to open. As condensation misted the window I drew hearts on the once transparent glass. The doorknob turned ever so slightly signaling me to enter. I pushed through the glossy wooden door and inhaled the lingering scent of aged books.
Lonely is what I was.
Even though the librarian was there I still felt as alone as ever but that's what my imagination was for. The reality, I am the loner girl that always has her nose in a book. In my world everything is perfect. My mind had built a little eutopia where my everyday life was filled with a loving family, friendships that could never die and heartfelt melodies which drowned out all the sorrows in the world. Played by the strings my fingers danced upon when life vibes once sent me comfort. My safe place.
Once snapping back to the existence of the dull world, I went searching for a book to fill my next 8 hours as I will not be attending school only to be assaulted by my ex-best friend. Nor will I be home until the hour of 6pm due to lack of care and love. Hate is all I receive and I'd rather avoid it for as longs as possible.
Eventually, after I’ve studied over the shelves for what felt like a lifetime, I found a dusty forest green novel calling for me to bring its purpose back to life. Skimming over the introduction pages something strange caught my eye. My imagination had become an imitation on the pages my fingers had brushed over. My tears had burned pathways down my cheeks as it looked so beautiful, making my dull reality brighten ever so slightly.
I dropped the book as the light had beamed out of the pages causing people to gather notifying my brain that I was indeed not going bonkers. The light grew brighter and my shoulders grew lighter. What was once black and white through my eyes had become vibrant. Things felt as if they were actually different. Meaningful.
Sitting there the beams had died down tears still falling. The crowd slowly departing the scene to uncover my brother. He kneeled next to me and spoke: “ I'm sorry, let's go home.” I stiffened. The thought of home sent chills down my spine “He's gone I promise everything is going to be better.” Looking me in the eyes still sensing my fear “Isabella I promise” Nodding my head I went into his embrace. I believe it's all going to be better. How? I hear a harp playing sweet melodies. I had reached my closure and my safe place had molded into the world, reality.
