Whistle Up Here

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by 4cofeen

by 4cofeen

I'm always alone. No matter how I tried to make people like me, it just turns to be the opposite. The first time i made a friend was 8 years ago. She's the only one that stayed. We've been friends for a long time. She told me that she likes me for being sincere and honest. 'I never faked anything,' she would say, but she left too, so much irony for that.

I'm 19 now and going to college. It's was hard especially if you're alone. I was heading to the library and was bombarded by a bunch of people. Nerds. I know I don't have a right to say such things. I'm not even close to a social class of people who can eat in the cafeteria like a normal person.

The library's my safe haven but not because I'm a nerd but because I'm a loser, hated by many people. I eat there, hidden in the wall of shelves and the aroma of old books. People are not allowed to eat there but not for me, you're allowed unless you get caught.

I eat silently, copying the sound of the place. I hear flips of pages, the soft tap of the pens, and the careful sounds of people's footsteps. If you're here, you're protected because everyone's trying to be careful, like trying not to harm something that is fragile, unlike the outside world, where anyone can be savage, mean, and I don't know just things that I hate.

After I eat, I put everything in my bag. I don't read, sometimes I pretend to. You have to be a chameleon in order to survive. I cross my legs and relaxed my head by laying it on the shelves, ready to sleep. I close my eyes and took a nap.

I jolted from my sleep when i heard a whistle. I opened my eyes and tried to find where it came from. My vision is still hazy, making it hard to see things. I heave a sigh when i found no one. Just a dream, I guess.

I look at the window in my left side. The trees sway by the wind with a rustling sound. I checked the time and was shocked when I realized that I'm late for my next class which is 4:30-6:30. I decide not to go. I head to the clinic and pretend to be sick, better have a reason that I can use. I lie on the bed and push the curtains so no one can see me.

Fiddling with my phone, I got to the old page of the university. There's a forum of students, years before my time. They talk about stuff; mostly their experience with the school; romance; rants; and what interest me the most, is their creepy encounters here in the place. They talk about how the library gives them a bad aura.

I snorted. Seriously? I live there.

I scrolled again. Knocks on girls restroom at 6:00, what if someone just had a really upset stomach? I exited the page. I look at the ceiling and daydreamed about my bed and my computer when I get home.

"Psst!"

I blink again? I heard something. I push the curtain and see the nurse, busy at her phone. She looks young and seemed to be new, her face not familiar to me.

"Excuse me, did you perhaps call me?" I asked. The nurse looks at my direction.

She looked annoyed at first then changed to a more concerned look.

"No, I'm sorry," she said and went back to her phone.

Weird.

After some time I got home with a clinic slip, which I'm going to use tomorrow.

The next day we had a recitation. The weather seemed to sympathize with me, gloomy, just like my marks. I eat again in the library and decided to take a stroll around the place. The hallways are quiet at this hour. I have peace of mind when I walk here without other people's presence.

"Hi," someone says.

I stop in my position. I look around. Seriously? Was I hallucinating?

I walk again but this time I walk faster.

"You don't have to be scared," said the voice.

I ran. Good Lord what was that? I stop and pant for breath. I walk towards the comfort room and splash my face with cold water. I heard a pound in the ceiling. Rats? Gosh this place really sucks.

"Up here," someone said again.

I turn my head slowly up the ceiling, the small surface slides slowly and there someone's head peak at my direction.

"Hi, I'm just like you but up the ceiling", and after that I passed out.