Just A Memory

The Library

Serenity, my House

Wednesday, September 5th, 6:50 PM

When I walk outside to get on the bus, I expected the worst. I expected Richard and his friends to be dead. From my point of view, that's exactly what happened. Yes, the boy told me that he only knocked Richard and his friends out, but I did not trust him. He seemed so calm taunting and knocking out Richard he looked like a serial killer. 

When I step out into the bus stop from my house, I immediately checked who was waiting there. The three girls were there, along with the boy and Richard's friends. The boy spared them, but where was Richard? I wanted answers immediately, but I could only wait, for I am too scared to approach anybody. If I did, I know my demon would arrive again, ready to harp on any mistake I made. I put that craziness behind me, and went back to focusing on school.

When the Professor asked where Richard was, his friends did not seem to recognize the name, or him. I assume the boy erased their mind of any memory including Richard. He's not just a memory to them, he's forgotten.

School the rest of the week was surprisingly normal. We analyse Just a Memory in the professor's class and do random things in the other classes I immediately forgot about due to the lackluster presentation of the material. When I got home I pick up my collection of personal books and start reading. On Saturday, though, I run out of books to read. Before she left, my mom had given me directions to the library so I could pick up my own books. This was unusual, as she usually gets enough books for me to last her entire trip and still prevents me from going out. I relish the small amount of freedom, so I am happy to go out myself. Independent for the first time.

Emptying my book bag and filling it with the many books I have in the house and the card, I leave to go to the library.

Serenity, the Library

Saturday, September 8th, 1:00 PM

The library is right behind the school. It is a two story building made of shiny metals with windows covering an entire side of the building. The doors are made of glass. Everything seems brand new. As I walk in, there's a marble wall filled with the  names of donors. There are many names, but one stands out. It has been placed above the rest and the font size is larger than all the other names. It seems to be the centerpiece of the donor wall. 

Rose with no last name listed. There is a small caption underneath. I walk closer to read it.

"She died a hero."

Just like the bench in the park. I pulled out my copy of Just a Memory and found the summary. Rose. Just like the bench and the plaque. 

"Catching on already, I see." A voice I recognize says. It's the boy. I turn around to talk to him, to try to pry out answers from him, but he's gone again. How is he moving from place to place so quickly? Just another question piling on to the thousands I already have. I sigh, knowing I won't get any answers anytime soon and enter the main section of the library.

I find the librarian, a small, plump, balding man wearing trousers sorting books behind the counter and dump the books on the desk. 

"Thank you." the librarian says without looking. Odd.

I then find a table to drop my bag off at and start my search for a good book. For a two story building, the library is decently large. Each shelf is almost max height, and is filled to the brim with books. Each book is shiny new, without any marks of usage. None of them interest me. From nonfiction books about Quantum physics to fictional fantasies of dragons and other myths, none of them spark any interest in me. I search top to bottom for anything. Nothing.