《Grimm》Chapter 7.0 : Beyond The Door

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From light to dark. Not really much of a change other than the colour scheme , except now I can't see… maybe it's not too late to turn bac-.. and the door is gone.

*sigh* It's official it's become a habit.

Seeing no alternative I walk in ..a direction. I'm not sure if I'm going the right way, or the wrong way. I can't even tell if I'm walking. I just know my legs are moving. Just as I begin to think that coming here was a bad idea the world lights up again. My hands cover my eyes protectively.

As I begin to become readjusted to the light I remove my hands from my eyes. And I see. Books everywhere. Piles of them stacked up reaching.. to nowhere. The scene looks like my empty space but here its filled with books. There are rows of them encased in wooden cabinets(e.i bookcases one of the many words he doesn’t know his knowledge is really fragmented.) There is a single large black book at the centre on some sort of stage . I walk towards it and take a better look at it. It's looks very heavy, the pages are numerous the width of it greatly exceeds that of an human adult arm. I don’t even think I could pick it up if I tried. The cover is illustrated with beautiful designs of gold, they seem to change the more I look at them one minute they're flowers , then they're figure of people , animals , shapes I don’t even know the names too. I put my palm up to the front cover and the lines take the shape of my hand. I pull hand away but the shape still remains. It slowly makes out some shapes, strange symbols I don’t understand. I stare at them. Th more I stare at them, the more the symbols have meaning. I've never learnt how to read. I remember that…when did I remember that? I don’t remember knowing that before i…put my hand on the book..

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Perhaps the book it connected to my memories? It seems impossible but then again. I only just remembered I can't read, I haven't remembered what is and isn't possible just yet, and I've seen some pretty strange things already. I stare at the words again. And they spell out.

Grimm

A name…my name. I slowly feel like I'm remembering. It's just a name, but it's my name. if just touching the book gives me my name back would opening it give me more?

I find opening the book while I'm still in thought , the area around the book starts to glow slightly and the book opens completely fully. I retract my hand by reflex and watch the book go through page after page by itself, the pages are all blank but I find my memories rushing, terrible ones, the night of my birth, the days following that, the incident with the police . And then better ones , my meeting Samantha , her taking me to the orphanage , her calming embrace . Seems I've grown rather fond of her quickly, maybe it's just me latching on to the first good person I've ever met, who hasn’t looked at me like I'm scum , who hasn’t treated me like I was a mistake..

Seems I've already dropped the miss somewhere in my thoughts as well. Guess I'm more attached than I thought. As my memories re-surface I recall the last one I had. The creature. It killed me? No if it did I wouldn't be here or maybe I have died ?

The book is still flipping through its own pages and then suddenly stops, the silence of the moving pages brings my focus to it. The pages are still blank.. and then ink starts moving around the left page. The ink moves with a certain grace as it dances along the paper, twisting and turning. I watch in fascination, as trail is left behind its wake, forming …words? I can't read them, not like I could read my name anyway. These symbols looked…old..very old, how can words be old? The ink moves fluidly paying no attention to my inner remarks.

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It forms a circles with many layers with the symbols moving around them. The words are no longer static and move in the rings in a circular motion. The central ring is without any symbols, the ink dances into the inner circle and the outline of my hand is etched into the paper. Does it want me to -?

I place my hand on top of it and the symbols stop moving. I furrow my eyebrows in confusion? Did I do something wrong? As I'm staring at my hand that is on the book in puzzlement, the ink moves inward to where my palm it. It then shoots up and impales my hand to the page. I see the murky black ink coalesce into a spike . I scream out in pain as try to remove my hand with no success. Blood flows from the wound and stains the white parchment red. The glow begins to grow in intensity as does the pain in my hand. I begin to pull with greater strength but I can't budge my hand. The whole place starts to shake, the book towers topple over and the pages open on the books just like the black book did. Pages are torn from the covers and they fly toward me . They surround me and the glowing circle around the book's stand. The fluttering pages fill my head as the glow turns the world even brighter. The pain is still there but I can't hear my screams any more over the pages flying at such speeds. I close my eyes and then I'm somewhere else.

I'm getting really tired of these empty white spaces. If it was just going to be like this why have the door in the first place? I could have just stayed here. But then I wouldn’t have regained my memories…not that it does me any good, for all I know I may still be in the bed , getting impaled by that creature again. I feel movement to my left and right , a feeling of something reaching out to me. That’s not right. Nothing else should exist here. But I see two lights barrelling toward me at astonishing speed. I watch in confusion as they come closer and closer to me. I realise that they are not slowing down and are in fact speeding up. I don’t know if I'm dead , dying or dreaming, but if my experience here have taught me one thing. It's that I can still feel pain, I don’t know how heavy the two giant balls of light are but I'm not about to take any chances. I begin to turn back and run but find out that I'm rooted to the spot. My legs do not obey my commands to run . As futility try to move my legs the lights have reached arms length and in the next thought crash into me. I don’t feel an impact but I feel my right side burn and my left side freeze I scream out in surprise and then…I wake up.

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What's this sorcery? Mahgik ? A fever dream? yes, yes and kinda? , but don’t get your hopes up. No fire balls for at least another arc. Maybe two . This is going to be a slow one. Anyway what was that creature? What happened to it ? Why are those two flying orbs rugby tackling our poor adorable protagonist?

Why am I asking you all these questions?

Next time on Dra**n B*ll Z (pls no sue I have no money)

Also I've learnt that there are many stories titles "Grimm" or "grim" on this site and I've got only this to say. Sorry you have to associate your story names with this one o(╥﹏╥)o . I didn’t know honestly , so sorry for stealing your thunder.

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