The books are all mine, mine alone

Whenever you touch a book, your brain automatically processes all information from it. A suspicious-looking guy walking past just "accidentally" dropped a very old and cursed-looking book in front of you.

This is the endgame of everything. Nothing seems to work in this life, whenever I choose to be happy, fate doesn’t allow it to. I cried multiple times in a day because I hoped that I could be someone that I dreamt for myself. However, why would the universe turn around me? What I have done in my previous life to be punished like this. I went to my bathroom, and looked in the mirror, sobbing like a lost child in the middle of the forest. Perhaps my life was useless after all. A life that is unworthy of living for, unloved in any way, and not cherished by the people I love.

Through the mirror, I saw a dark faint color changing from dark purple into bright red. It kept changing and changing until I decided to touch the center. I didn’t feel anything. It has no mass, is untouchable, and is just like colored air. I wondered how it got to my mirror, and when I was about to splash water. It floated in the air, I am not aware of what it is capable of. Fear and nervousness were nowhere to be found in me. Why would I be afraid to die when I am prepared for it? I am deeply hurt as I remembered my mother who passed away the last couple of months ago. She was my everything.

The bright color floated in front of my eyes and I was hallucinating. It moved forward gradually in my head until it merged with my skin. I gasped from the cold sensation I felt and there was a pain in the middle of my head that I wanted to remove. I saw a glimpse of power, the vessel of air, trees, human life, and animals. My head got dizzy from what happened and it caused me to lose consciousness. But before my vision ended, I saw a context on the air saying, “Read, the power is all yours to use. Again, read.”

I woke up in the same position I lost consciousness, and so I took care of myself. The mirror seemed ordinary in the morning, I didn’t see any suspicious activity. In fact, as my head hurts, I felt like what happened last night was just part of the hallucination I got. Yet, I remember the message I saw before my eyes closed. The cabinet beside my mother’s room door has a bookshelf containing old collections. Gradually sliding the glass until I get the first book my mother used to read before she passed away. The first time I opened the book, a chilling sensation scattered all over my body.

The more I turned the pages, the more I felt the cold sensation. It wasn’t freezing, but purely cold that my body can hold on to. I finished the book full of thoughts and knowledge without even reading a single page. Instantly, I got four books in my arms, went inside my room, and threw the books on my bed. “This is a crazy day!” Little did I know I skipped my breakfast and lunch. My stomach produces acid that even in my mouth, I can already taste it. I couldn’t hold back from reading since this is the first time it happened to me.

I read multiple fantasy and action books that my mother and father collected over the years. My imagination skyrocketed, emotions burst and my experience widened exponentially without even exerting an effort to read. I went down to get food to satisfy my hunger for I felt I would be dying. Sandwiches, pizza, and salad were left on my fridge so I reheated them once again. After I finish my meal, I don’t plan to read because I need to process my thoughts first. The park was completely crowded since it was the weekend.

An ice cream vendor came to a halt beneath the tree's shadowed wings. I got up to go buy some because I hadn't had one in a long time. I scrolled through my phone to get past the time because a man in his 30s was in the first line. The vendor yelled at me to come forward. "Hey! Are you buying it or not? If not, get out!" I was about to pay for my ice cream when I stepped on something hard. When I looked down, I noticed a book. The first person who came to mind was the man who came before me. I looked all over the park for him, but there was no sign of him. I read the book’s title that shocked me to the bone, "The Ultimate Guide to Summoning Demons."

PS: This is a fiction story I wrote. It is raw, meaning no edits and proofreading yet.

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