She was running out of time, she could feel it. The battle for control in her mind was more intense than it had been over the last couple of weeks and she knew now that she should have told them, maybe they would have been able to help. No, she knew they would have done anything to help, anything, and that is exactly why she didn't tell them. It would have only put them in danger and they all have enough danger in their lives to contend with already. She knew she was fighting a losing battle and she knew she was fighting it alone, but that didn't mean she had to be alone when she lost. Walking through the halls she searched every room for them, the two that would die for each other, have died for each other, in this life though, death wasn't a good-bye and they had been able to prove that time and time again. She was sure this time would be different. She wouldn't be dead per se but she would be trapped in a corner of her own mind, no longer the one in control, that would be someone else. Someone who would walk around and acts as though she was her for a few weeks, then they would start to notice, start to question things that she does and then they'll confront them and discovered the truth and fight to find a way to get their friend back, but she was unsure that was even possible. Even now, walking the halls, looking for them she could feel her grasp on the wheel slipping. As if she were hanging off a building and someone was forcing her fingers off the ledge. The Library she thought to herself with certainty and ran through the halls to get there, heart pounding in her chest, every second she was closer to loosing the battle and she could slowly feel someone else beginning to take over. Slowing her down but she still pushed on, she had to see them, to see him, to warn them, get them to kill her if she could, she knew they wouldn't, they would instead insist on saving her but she would still try. She could see the door to the library come into view as she rounded the last corner. Hear their voices from within and that helped her regain just a little bit of control, control long enough to walk confidently down the hall, through the doors of the library and look at them, him¸ in the eyes before being locked away in darkness.
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Storie brevi[In Edit] Summer train journey's. What better inspiration for a collection of shorts stories. The concept for this book was birthed on a train but has continued to flourish long after the train left the tracks. From April to September 2016 I had to...
