I Read It In A Book Novels & Stories

I reply. Mia nods and sits down on the chair. I look inside my bag and pull out a book I found the other day in the food court. Somebody left it there. The title is The Red Badge of Courage. I think it's a classic in American literature? I don't know. It's interesting is all I know.

So, in a desperate attempt to change the topic, I looked away, and cleared my throat, looking anywhere but him. I saw him smile from the corner of my eyes, but i could not be sure. Still, i kept looking elsewhere, until my gaze landed on something beside him, and my brows drew in, lips parted slightly. "You were reading that book?" I recognized it. How could I not? i had read it so many times it had started to become worn off. It was probably the only book I read here.

A book I keep under the book, strapped onto the frame so no one would find it. My eyes went wide when I saw that book in the hands of the father but I didn’t dare say anything. No one I had that. Not even Vin and I rarely ever took it out because I read it in the middle of the night, under the candle light but it had been a few weeks since I last took it out. So, how did they find it? “It’s yours isn’t it?” He asked and I shook my head, “Quite a difficult thing to read.” He stared at me, “It has so many so called ‘theories’”

I tried to get off the bed and I quickly got site of my favorite novel. I picked it and smelled it. it smelled just like him... lime and... honey.. creepy l know ' That bad honey ' I rolled my eyes as my subconscious spoke but in my bestfriend's voice " now she even interferes my thoughts" I looked at the book dreamily... I know how much it ends but I keep reading it . reciting the day he gave me the book, six years ago 'i heard you loved books...this one's shitty..but it was a last minute so..'

It sure is messy here. A table with some chairs stood in the center of the room. Some books laid on the surface, scattered all over. I walked over to it and scanned the books. I noticed one particular book laid open. Curiously, I picked it up and scanned the opened page. My eyes widened when I read it.

He was weird, really. While still browsing books related to my power, it made me to a conclusion that maybe; there was no book which could help me to understand myself. But while I was thinking about it, I saw the same book I bought in the bookstore last time. I even grabbed it at once and was shocked that it was also there. When I saw the book, and the cover, there was one thing I realized – the weird man a while ago. When I tried to check if the man still there, I failed, I saw no trace of him in the library.

It’s easier to maintain my sanity because the moment I no longer find it at that exact place, then someone must have found it. I run to the computer and input my student ID code. I type the name of the book, this is the fastest way to find out if the book is in shock and still remains in same position. Loading…. Loading…. Loading…. Jeez, be quick! I feel like my hand is going cold. Why do I feel so nervous? Am I nervous because I might get another letter? Or the fact that someone else might find out about the book? Shit. It is in stock.

I was not going to take the risk to find out. Jackpot! I had read the book over and over again but everytime I tried reading it again, it still had the element like it kept generating new spells or maybe I just had poor memory. I read the pages, the handwritten warnings and say the exact words a few times aiming to memorize it,

I headed for the door and she followed me. “Wait up. You can have it if you want. My parents would be perfectly fine to give it to you. You have done enough for us.” She tried to give me it once more. But the truth was what was I going to do with it? I had already read the whole book. It scared me a bit because it was like I read it in a trance. That was the fastest I had ever read a book. And what did I learn or take from it? That was the thing, it was like I had taken nothing from it. I did not remember even a single sentence.

I’d nearly destroyed them all earlier in the year with the fire, but maybe there was still something I could find. “Where was I?” I mumbled, flipping through the book. There. I recognized that picture. Pressing my finger to the words, I started to struggle through the sentences. Reading had never been easy for me, though I loved to read. The tiny print and the archaic language of this book made it even more difficult.