ecstasy. || jeffmads (DISCONTINUED)

|chapter 12|

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Damn. I had forgotten that on Tuesdays Elizabeth has her violin lesson in the morning, and so we have to leave all together, earlier than usual. Why would someone plan a lesson so early in the morning? That's clearly a disrespectful schedule. I didn't know what to do so early on a Tuesday, so did the only thing I could do - went to sit in my corner and read. Ten minutes in, I heard his voice.
"Yo, you got my message!"

SHIT.

I'd completely forgotten about that. But I had no choice now. Thomas came up to me with a smile on his face. I was surprised he remembered where my 'corner' was. I'd probably have to change it soon. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a key, dangling it in front of me.
"Guess what I've got?"
I frowned to myself.
"A key...?"
He nodded.
"Hell yeah. But not just any old key... the key to the library."
Okay?? I stood up.
"Uh-huh." I sighed, crossing my arms. He nodded.
"Yeah. Follow me."
What else could I do?

I followed him to the library which was closed. Door locked. It's that early, I thought. I watched Thomas as he unlocked the door. I examined the way he did it. It seemed like something he did a lot. He led the way, turning the light on as he stepped in. I looked around. I knew this place fairly well. How did he even get the key to the library? I decided to ask.
"How did you get that key?"
He turned to me, smirking,
"I have my ways."
I just rolled my eyes as he continued. I felt the urge to close the door, so I did, before following him. It wasn't that deep at all. He just led me to a certain section of the library and told me it was where he spent most of his time, as he often got to school pretty early. I wondered how early "pretty early" was. He told me if I was ever looking for him, here would be my first choice. I just nodded at everything he was saying because I didn't really care all that much, but was being polite. What was his reason for bringing me here anyway?

Pretty mysterious, if you ask me.

*

People always say "Don't judge a book by its cover." It's hard not to. Especially in this day and age. The world is a fucked up place, and everyone seems the same. There are hardly times when you'll find a real person. Now, by "real", I don't mean someone who isn't a cartoon or a character from TV. By "real", I mean someone who's generally kind. Someone who's generally thoughtful. Someone who doesn't put people down, and instead encourages them. Someone who doesn't speak bad of others. Someone who generally has a good heart. It's difficult to find people like that. And when you do, it's pretty hard to believe.

Yeah, no one is perfect, that's a fact, but still. Why can't people just be kind to one another? Differences. That's why. If someone's attitude towards situations doesn't match someone else's, both sides are going to disagree. Disagreements are inevitable because how do you deal with someone who doesn't go by what you understand? Think? Believe? It's obviously going to become unbearable.

Sometimes people are afraid to open up to others because they fear being judged. Sometimes people worry to simply talk to others because they're so insecure about their... insecurities. Everyone has insecurities, this we know. But what we don't know is that insecurities don't define a person, which is why we judge someone by the way they act because of their insecurities. Maybe if we tried to speak to someone without rushing to conclusions, we'd see that they're just like us. They're human beings with insecurities that make them feel anxious. Worried. Scared. Hopeless. Maybe if we stopped believing we'll never be good enough, maybe life would be... just a little easier to handle. But unfortunately, that isn't the case, and probably never will be.