A Self-Study Within A Broken Mind

I came back the next day, the evening hours of Sunday in the first week of April. Lila was in the library, setting up some sort of circle on the wooden floor that had something of an alchemy or sorcery feel to it by scratching it into the the floor. I had to wonder where she got the idea for it, as none of the stories I gave her had that sort of theme. At least the parts I gave her had nothing of it. No, it might have been Faelight . The old and forgotten magic that had not been used must have resurfaced later in the story. “Hey,” I said. Lila turned from the line she was carving, and jumped into the air like some fort of ninja or acrobat. “Oh, it’s just you, Jack,” she said, lowering the knife in her hand. “Thought it was him again.” “Again?” I asked. “Did the guy from the untethered space try to come in here or something?” “He WAS in here,” Lila said, standing up while tossing the knife spinning into the air. Her other hand caught the handle from the air gracefully. “The library is k...

The next time I entered the library was on Monday morning at coffee. The place was empty, but Rebecca was sure to arrive when she felt that tingle. I’d been toying with an idea ever since the day before. While I couldn’t bring beast into her space, nothing stopped me from letting JJ run free. He’d have the same power as me in this space, but the freedom to express himself rather than suffocate at the back of my mind. I felt my mind drift off for a second. It demanded more caffeine after a short rest from Sunday. I’d have to pick that idea up later. I scribbled a message for Rebecca in the air and left. break I returned after work on that Monday to find Rebecca reading. She looked up for a moment and scanned for me, but I remained invisible. Before I made a form, I wanted to spy on the few in this space that I could. I found them at Eva’s place who returned to her routine as if Finnelgamin never existed, but when I appeared before them, the sight knocked her into a tangent of memory. ...

I came back to the library on Monday morning to find Rebecca and Finn waiting for me. They both sat reading books, but when she felt a tingle, her fingers snapped for Finn’s attention. Just as predicted, Finn had no such alert in his mind, as he was once in my mind. They both pretended to keep reading thinking I couldn’t see them. Rather than phase into what felt like a trap of some sort, I set a few of my own. The carpet was now a quick-cloth pit and a few bookshelves had hidden arms that could grab someone. With that, I phased in plainly. “Oh, hey, Jack,” Rebecca took my attention first, but I turned to lock eyes with Finn who had a grimace on his face, almost apologetic. “Hey,” I said. “What’s going on? You both feel tense. Wh-” “Ahh!” A voice behind me yelped out as a person sank into the quick-cloth trap. Another leapt from between two bookshelves, but wooden branches caught his arms and legs. The carpet had the former all wrapped up in cloth, but I knew who it was from the yel...