I came home with a bag, a book, and my soulless self; greeted by the molding emptiness of my so-called 'home' that I practically hated. It was boring, dark, and quiet. Something I prefer, yet something I hate.
I stared at my wall covered in boring dirty white painting that seems to have started to peel. It gave me an ick, just like books with boring covers.
"The book." I whispered under my breath, almost forgetting about the weird story the stranger made.. Or me and the stranger made it, even though I barely did anything.
I sat on the floor, setting the book down on my small, rectangular table. The book had a boring, plain, white cover. Well, I couldn't expect more.
My hand slides on top of the book, dusting imaginary dust. I reach out, slowly opening it. To my surprise, the first page surprised me, as I saw…
Nothing.
Completely nothing.
I felt furious, betrayed, but also calm at the same time. What did I expect? It's from a weird guy I met online.
I closed the book slowly.
"It's alright.."
…..Pause.
I whipped my phone out and opened an application where me and Nazo had been messaging. But, before I could even send a message, I couldn't find that asshole's contact anywhere.
I searched his name, I even searched words that we used in our conversation last month. Weirdly, nothing showed up. I felt mad that I almost threw my phone. I knew I couldn't, considering I don't have the money for a repair.
I let out another sigh.
A groan.
A huff.
Then, another sigh. This time, my sigh of acceptance.
I open the book slowly again, as if expecting something to happen. Again, the first page shocked the living shit out of me.
–Alizard fell on the boy's table–
The text stated in the book.
Am I going crazy? Was I so furious I'm imagining things?
I blinked multiple times, making sure it was real, then suddenly…
Thud. A soft thud. I turn my head for a bit, only to see a lizard.
"A lizard?"
–The boy, frightened by the lizard, let out a yelp at the realization–
"A lizard" I suddenly yelp. What the fuck? Was I frightened by a lizard just now? Out of nowhere, I suddenly felt weird.. Bad weird, to be specific. I turn my head to check the book one more time, only to see new words formed and written down.
–The boy reads, and realization hits him. "Is the book predicting the future, or is the book controlling the future?" Is what the boy thought to himself–
I read to myself in a whisper, realization then hitting me as I process the words. No way. This can't be real, right? I'm going insane again.. Maybe sleep will fix this.
–Suddenly, a knock came on his door–
Words that suddenly flashed in the book, as if someone was doing magic. I swallowed hard, hoping my thoughts were wrong. I count the seconds in my mind, slowly facing my grey colored door. I felt frightened, excited, and uncomfortable. Could this book actually predict the future? Worst, does it control my future?
. . . . .
..Silence. I let out a sigh of relief, only for my heartbeat to skip a beat as I heard a soft
Knock.