Scribbles

No.48

Sitting in the lecture hall, it was just another normal day. Or at least she thought so, at first. As usual, the lecturer was putting her to sleep with his monotone voice, even more so than usual actually. It was a guest lecture, so thankfully for her, there was note taking needed. She could have just signed the register and left, but apparently, she is too good of a person to walk out mid lecture. One day that might actually change, that day wasn't today but, then again, there were too many people like that on this course, packing up before the lecturer has finished speaking, walking out before the lecture had even ended, and she just found it just down right and incredibly rude. So, there she is, just sitting there, listening to this man drone on and on about God only knows what, it's not like she was actually listening, and that was when she noticed something. There appeared to be a crack in the stone pillar just behind the computer station the lectures are controlled from. A crack that wasn't there this morning, she would know, she was in here only two hours ago. She thought it so strange, between the two lectures, no-one else had been in here and as far as she was aware, for some reason it was usually locked. So, just where did this crack come from? As she sat there staring as this newly damaged pillar of concrete, sporting a peculiar crack, she didn't notice the sound of the guest lecturers voice fading out, the persistently annoying coughing becoming non-existent, and everyone and everything in the room around her vanished. She was just left sat there, staring at this crack that just suddenly appeared out of seemingly nowhere. It took a few minutes for her to even realise that she was now alone in the vast lecture hall. She looked around confused. How could all those people that were in here with her just vanish? Was the lecture over and everyone just left? She shook her head; her friends wouldn't do that too her. Right now, she actually had a group of friends that would check up on her on her bad days, they wouldn't just leave. She put down the pen she was still holding and got up out of her seat and stepped down out of the row her and her friends sat in every lecture. She slowly spun on the spot, hoping to see maybe a left behind bag, or just someone else in the room with her, but there was no one, just her and that crack. She turned back to the crack in the pillar and just stared at it a while, for some reason she was hoping that it would do something, anything. And then it did. It was as if it started to sing and it was almost angelic, a slow melody, with a voice humming gently over the top of it. It was like some sort of lullaby, and she found herself drawn to it. The sound of the sweet melody ringing in her eyes was pulling her towards the pillar, it was as if she had no control over her feet at all as she walked towards the crack in the pillar. Nor did she have control over her arm that became outstretched in front of her, fingers reaching to touch that crack in the pillar, second by second she got closer and closer. Then her fingers touched the crack and a jolt of electricity ran through her body, her eyes opened wide and suddenly she was sat back in her seat, pen in hand, surrounded by friends and the monotone voice of the guest lecturer was droning on and on and on.