A Self-Study Within A Broken Mind

“Hello,” Rebecca said, and felt a burning cliche coming out of her mind before she could stop it. “We come in peace. We mean you no harm.” The woman stepped forward as a few soldiers approached around her, guns still trained on me. “My name is Eliza Goldsmith, and I represent our human race,” she said, without a shred of fear in her eyes. I had to commend her for that. Very few could keep their shit together after a floating library landed like a meteor on the surface of their world. “I’m Rebecca,” I replied and pointed the others out. “This is Tome and Arnst. There is another of my kind, but please be at ease as she arrives. Shy?” As soon as a shadow stretched from the heavy one the library provided, all the guns pointed toward it. When her shadowblood dropped, or reeled back in, Shy had her hands up. “I’m Shy,” she said. “Hope you’re right about this.” “Why are you here?” Eliza asked. “That’s a long story, Ms. Goldsmith,” I said and flexed my mind-reading to hear her plan our ca...

Now at the new notebook, of shade green, I sat at my morning coffee pondering how I could best approach Rebecca’s space and talk to her rather than fight. I had this feeling that a duel was inevitable, a struggle between the two of us comparing who could better bend her space to their will. What could she do that I wasn’t prepared for? Did Crimmy, like beast, think up dark imagery of torture and torment for Rebecca? Time drew short before work, and if I was to be stuck in this space, this notebook, I’d have to resolve it quickly. With a sharp breath, I entered Rebecca’s space high above the neighborhood. She expanded the few houses to about thirty, and each had a light on while the sky was still dark. The realistic sun simulation mirrored my reality in darkness. I was without form, but thanks to the dumb child part of my mind, Rebecca was already aware that I was there. Hopefully, she had no idea where, but when the library house exploded, I knew that she was waiting there for me. It ...