"People often believe what appears to be the truth and deny what appears to be a lie, but in the end, there aren't exactly the truth to begin with."
Well, thats just another nonsense coming from someone who doesn't have anything else to do except wandering around the school when everyone had already went home. The sun rudely flashes over my face as I continue my way through the hallway. All I could think about is how much of a boresome my life really is, as if I could die from it internally.
It seems meaningless, just like this spiral-shaped staircase I was about to go through. A days after days of doing the same thing — makes me finally realised just how pointless it is to live in the first place. I find it ridiculous just how much of a fool I had always been before, how could've I just realised it now?
Well, it's not like what I'm doing right now would give me any meaning to live or whatsoever. But I guess I'll do it as long as it fills this void of emptiness within me. The sound of my footsteps echoed as I continue my way up the staircase. I feel like the designer purposely designed this thing so they can watch me repeat the same motion at the same place endlessly, just like how the world itself laughed at me for trying to live this meaningless life I had.
Eventually, I found my way up there and walk through another hallway with bunch of classrooms on my side. The silence of the air around me does give me a moment to forget how much of a nonsense my life has always been. Well, atleast I could left myself in peace without complaining about my life — even if it's just for a moment.
The evening sky streamed over the hallway, as if it were trying to remind me the kind of person I've always been — a shadow. A shadow with desire to be unnoticed, content through life as meaningless as it had always been. I continue my way through the hallway with the silence that remains to accompany me.
I've finally stopped my way Infront of a door. A door which would led me into a place where everyone would go to search for wisdom. I place my hand over the knob before I push the door open, and a stale breath of air greeted me. A library, not just some library, a library that makes you feel like you were in some kind of fantasy magic world, rows of vintage shelf with books that climed upward into nowhere.
I step my foot inside as the faintly dust invites me in. The door close slowly by itself as I continue to walk further the shelves. I look around to see different kinds of books. Books that shared its story from the title, books that straightforwardly honest with it's cover — books without a name or purpose. Well, its not that I like reading a book myself or anything like that. The only reason I came here is so I could somehow make myself feels better about having to live this nonsense life I have.
As I continue to walk through the shelves —eventually, i stopped Infront a distant window, where the dust thickened into a haze beneath the sunlight flashing over the floor. A pile of books had been stacked into a careless throne, the one you would see in most mediaeval movie. Across from me is a girl, both of her eyes closed that would indicates she was asleep. Her short hair spilled across the books like an ink diluted in water — a dark blue that seemed to shimmer with the sunlight, as if the light itself had settled into it's depth.
I glanced once more over the girl's face before turning away and start walking through the shelf again. I look around the shelves as I search for a book to waste my time in what I'd call a 'beneficial' way. After several minutes of walking through the shelves, i finally find myself Infront of a book that interest me. It's cover looks like a children's book, but I guess it's fine.
I settled into a chair beneath one of the window, the book balanced on my knees. Dust clung to the mirror and to the air itself as if it denying my presence. It didn't matter. I studied the cover for one last time before opening it. The pages fanned out, brittle and yellowed, seems like this book had been around for a long time huh? With a childish cover and boring title, it's not unusual for this book to be placed here and left forgotten.
Dust drifting lazily in the sunbeams that filtered through the tall window, beneath it, is a girl sleeping over the pile of books as if the world around her mattered less than the dream she was lost in. I kept turning the pages of the book without interest, page after page about a story that didn't matter too much to me. A girl searching for her parents after being left alone — isn't really the kind of story I can relate to.
As i looked over the window next to me, I realised the sun has already begin to set. I walk through the shelves again before I slid the book back into its place, the shelf reclaiming it as if I had never touched it. My legs felt heavier as I started walking towards the door, my hand was over the knob as I slowly begin to turned it.
Just before I could turned the knob further, my eyes flickered sideways as I looked over my back. She was still here — blue hair spilling across the pile of books, she breath slowly, unchanged. I've been here for more than hours and she still hadn't moved an inch? Well, that's weird. The first thing that came across my mind was thinking if she's dead or what before I noticed her chest was moving.
If I were a gentleman, perhaps I would wake her. Then again, a real gentleman wouldn't disturb anyone's asleep would they? And so, I turned the knob and pull it over me — but the door remain still. My hand stilled against the metal. Locked. At some point between my arrival and now, the door had somehow locked itself. As if the library purposely decided to sealed itself. Hmm.. strange, when did I ever locked the door in the first place?
"It hadn't been locked before. I was certain of that... wasn't I?"