He had warned her about the book. Now it was too late. “She should have listened” he chanted to himself in an attempt to believe that this was not his fault. That there was absolutely nothing he could have done. He thought that if he kept saying it, then he would soon believe it. Here’s the thing that no one remembers, you have to linger on drowning in your own guilt if you ever stop to even take a breath. It will come upon you like a dark shadow that follows you wherever you go in case you ever falter in your beliefs. It waits to consume you whole. He went over the last 24 hours, grasping at any type of solace. He knew he needed rest, but the monster inside of him would be there to greet him. His only haven had turned into a Hell... “Grey, let’s go inside his library,” said Analise. Analise Kertova, the most beautiful and adventurous girl Grey had ever laid eyes on. He was smitten with her since they met in Kindergarten.
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He just doesn’t want you to mettle with his things. I’m sure he is just afraid that we’ll touch his most prized possession; his signed baseball,” she said sarcastically, “what could we possibly be afraid of?” “Fine! Fine!” said Grey. He never could resist her wishes. “But whatever we do, do not touch the books. Especially the one titled The Curious One. It is rumored to contain a special strain of sket that grows almost instantaneously and kills whoever reads it.” “Whatever you say,” said Analise rolling her eyes. Grey slowly turned the gold doorknob with the family crest imprinted upon it. He didn’t know what to expect, for he had never seen the contents of the room before. To his surprise, the door led to a spotless room that had nothing upon the desk but a pen and a note saying “Meet me at Perch no later than 6 pm. Don’t be late.” “Ok, it’s half past five so your grandpa is out for a while so no one needs to stand lookout,” said Analise “ and that gives us more time to
He just doesn’t want you to mettle with his things. I’m sure he is just afraid that we’ll touch his most prized possession; his signed baseball,” she said sarcastically, “what could we possibly be afraid of?” “Fine! Fine!” said Grey. He never could resist her wishes. “But whatever we do, do not touch the books. Especially the one titled The Curious One. It is rumored to contain a special strain of sket that grows almost instantaneously and kills whoever reads it.” “Whatever you say,” said Analise rolling her eyes. Grey slowly turned the gold doorknob with the family crest imprinted upon it. He didn’t know what to expect, for he had never seen the contents of the room before. To his surprise, the door led to a spotless room that had nothing upon the desk but a pen and a note saying “Meet me at Perch no later than 6 pm. Don’t be late.” “Ok, it’s half past five so your grandpa is out for a while so no one needs to stand lookout,” said Analise “ and that gives us more time to