CHAPTER 1: Elina
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I struggle to keep my breathing steady so whoever is coming cannot find me in this small cabinet where I squizzed myself in. I looked at my small hands shaking when I hear slow heavy footsteps getting louder and louder until its shadow could be seen from the little holes of this cabinet. I could hear my heartbeat deafening me as I tried my best to steady my breathing and blinked my eyes a few times to stop tears from falling.
"Let's play little angel." I feel my hair went up as a cold shiver ran down my spine.
I covered my mouth with my hands to prevent the sobs from escaping my lips.
I jolted up when I heard the door slammed shut waking me from the nightmare I'm having since a few weeks ago. Good timing for some scary dreams, I wiped beads of sweat from my forehead and took slow deep breaths. Is Uncle Brent home? I rarely see him ever since I turned eighteen. He never came home this late at night, and he's been doing this since my 18th birthday, or coincidentally, but still. He's worrying me but whenever I asked him what's wrong he'll just dismissed me saying it's just another book he needs to publish immediately. I don't know what's going on with him being the author this town could ever have but I couldn't even think of any reason of whatever is keeping him outside late at night to think that this famous library of his is in the middle of the forest, 2 hours drive from the town. So technically, he's out im the forest and it might be dangerous as it is.
His library has all genre of books there is so nerds, bookworms and even tourists love to visit here from time to time. Some would visit just to take pictures while others will to read for hours or borrow books. Every usual days I would read books about fantasies and history with Ziva, my hot as f**k of a bestfriend. We would spent hours reading any books each could find and would share to each other what was the content of the book. Exchanging knowledge, they say.
A good book in hand with a cup of coffee in the other. What could you ever asked for?
I heard my stomach murmurs and that's when I got up of my bed craving for some sweet midnight snack. Maybe making midnight snack thrice a week won't make me fat, right? Slowly opening the door to see if Brent is still in the living room but to my dismay no one was there, I sigh and continue my way to the kitchen. But when I passed by his office, I heard some yelling and slamming on the walls and growling that made me jump- wait, what?!
How come my old uncle could growl that loud? And what's with the growling? Is he some kind of a dog or something?
"I gave you eight damn years and you can't even give me a strand of her hair?! What the f**k are you doing with your life old mutt?!"
"Please please, just give me some more time. I will find her, I promise."
"I'm tired of your begging you useless piece of a s**t. Might as well burn you alive right now!"
If voices could kill I'll be dead by now because I swear to the heavens above he sounds so angry I could feel my body tensed up. I retreat my kitchen-raid mission and slowly walked backwards never leaving my gaze in his office's door.
There was a loud crash that made me stop my somehow like Michael Jackson's moon walk.
Oh heaven, f**k me now!
I averted my gaze from the door to the vase I just broke. Oh no no no, that damn vase worth millions because its f*****g centuries years old.
I don't have a decent job to pay for this s**t right now, Uncle would definitely kill me if I- my soul was snapped back to my flesh when I hear an angry roar asking "Who the f**k is there?!"
I could feel my face turn pale and my body shakes uncontrolably. I watch the door knob turns as I wait for my end until..
"Somnum Inviciblia." A soft voice whispers in my ear and in split seconds everything turned black and I welcome darkness.
The next day.
The sun was up and my bedside clock reads 8:45 in the morning. What a beautiful morning to sta- oh s**t!
I was the one in duty of the Library since my Uncle's day off was every Saturday, he will fish out while I will be the one left to be the librarian of the day. Great. What exactly was I needed.
Hope Ziva will pay me a visit since there is almost no costumers on Saturdays. He's my only hope in the pits of boredom.
I throw my blanket away only to feel dizzy as I stand up. I stood still allowing my spinning world to take over my whole being.
Somnum Invicibilia. Some familiar unknown words echoed in my head. I closed my eyes as the bad dreams of last night came back to me like a blurred vision. Hey, what the hell has happened last night?
I run to the bathroom to do my routine. As I turn the shower on, my head ache real bad so I closed my eyes tight and massage my temple. I think I'll be having a bad day. I lean against the cold tiled wall and let the hot shower washes all my worries away. After a good bath, I dried myself up and brush my teeth and was satisfied to see my petite reflection in the mirror, a pale girl with long wavy silver hair.
"Well, today is no different from any other day. I hope I could have dinner with Uncle Brent later." I signed.
I dressed myself up and push the door open, it was really a shelf by the way. The supposed to be a door of my room was a part of a bookshelf. It's some kind of a secret room but I couldn't care less because for me it's no secret. Ziva and Brent knows about it so why should I bother?
And if it is, to whom am I to be kept from?
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