Chapter 1 Whisper
"Ugh, I haven't had a dream like that in quite a while."
"Huh? What is this?"
Humming. Coming from a distant room. Quiet, peaceful. Almost relaxing just hearing it. The beautiful perfect rhythms were from room 277 of the studio apartment building. A wonderful building indeed, some would say, oh.. what would they say?.. huh. Maybe we have to find out from the others.
Others? There are others?
Oh. yes. That's right. There's 4 more. Wait... no that's not right... we aren't there yet.. just a few more pages.. no. No. NO. stop, stop talking. You're saying too much.
In room 277 of the ..... studio apartments, there was a unique young woman sitting at her desk in front of the extravagant Bae window. Humming a strange tune while trying to translate this weird book, not quite a book really, the pages to the human eye were blank. Some would think it was a sketch book or journal. To the unique young woman the pages were filled to the brim with pictures, words, notes and annotations. Maybe from a past owner?
"Oh my God! What time is it?!"
Panic
"The library is almost closing, should I even go?... no.. I can make it"
running tuning into sprinting.
Out of breath the woman was after getting to the library, 10 minutes before closing.
"Hey! Didn't think you would make it!" Boy said behind the counter.
She doesn't like him today.
"Yeah, had a longer nap than expected."
She blasted right past the boy, not wanting anymore conversation.
Isle 7 of the library held fiction books, her favorite kind.
Something is off... is that book.. humming? No. Whispering. What is it saying?
You're doing it again. Stop getting so ahead of yourself, we aren't there yet.
Oh right sorry.
The woman started humming again. the same tune. it was stuck in her head. Trying to escape.
Her humming went to a halt.
"Oh hey new books, awesome." She explored the long Isle 7 labeled "new arrivals"
Alot of the books could catch her instrest. Maybe all them couldn't.
So sad. Some of the books were really good. Yah know what if she picked that one? You think the story would be different?
Can you stop I'm trying to listen.
Right...
"Damn. I thought there would be more" she mumbled.
As the woman was leaving the lsle she heard Whispering. She whipped her head around.
"That's odd" there was no one there.
She tried leaving again after the Whispering was gone but as she past this strange book it came back.
That can't be right. The book had a strange warmth to it. It felt alive. And it was trying to talk to me? The woman thought to herself.
She gave the book a long hard stare before she tried leave.
Normally people would second guess themselves, they would think they are going crazy, didn't get enough sleep but she knew what she was feeling was true.
She had a unique ability, she's known about it her whole life so nothing came as a surprise to her.. just strange.
The woman this story is about can see people's souls as objects they dear most, and a color they like. Some people my be indecisive and have multiple colors in there soul or some people, the unsettling ones, have no color, sometimes not even an object.
As the woman tried to leave the book started to rattle harshly, growing faster and faster until it flew off the top shelf and threw itself on the floor.
"Hah okayy, okay I see how it is then, you're coming with me" the woman said as she picked up the warm book, it gave off a small vibration as she held it in her hands it felt like if you were to place your hand on your throat as you talked.
"Let's see the stories you hold little one" she opened the book gently and inside was writing, not like a normal book, it was written by hand. There were notes, pictures and annotations nothing like she had seen before.
The journal was placed on the top shelf by an unordinary person who had embued it with a magical substance. But what kind? Was it good? Or bad.
"Yeah, I'm definitely taking you home with me" she said closing the book and walking towards the front desk.
"Hi, Penelope! Anything else?" The annoying boy said cheerfully.
Oh "Penelope" such a pretty name. I shall remember that. Shut up!
"Nope. That's all."
"Huh, this book isnt in our records. Um you know what since it's so close to closing you can just take it." The boy said
"Oh thanks I guess"
Penelope walked out of the library.
"That was easier than I expected. Thanks little one" she said to the book.
Something is way off. What just happened?
You question alot of things. Just wait.
Ugh fine.
