The Mind Library

----Memory---
I looked down at my watch. I need to get to work in like a half an hour. Can this train go any faster? I sat looking out the windows seeing the twin towers coming into view. I look down at my watch one more time until I hear a big crash.
I look up to see a plane hitting one of the towers. At that moment the train stop and everyone either screamed or gasped. For me I was in shock. I just sat there watching people fall from the building then another plane crashed into the other tower. Everything is happening to fast.
Why just why is this happening? Is this some kind of a messed up wakeup call? I looked at the people on the train many were calling someone to tell them there alright. Somewhere calling in to quiet there job or propose to there girlfriends. My phone rang pulling me from my thoughts and I answered it quickly.
“Gerard thank god you’re alright. I’m with mom and dad right now. There completely destroyed. Are you alright are you hurt?” Mikey said. I can tell he was crying too.
“Yeah….I’m alright.” I stop felling a lump in my throat.” Listen I’m coming home right away. I need some time to think okay.” I said almost in complete tears.
“Alright Gee. J just come home r right away.” Mikey stuttered.
“I will. I got to go okay.” I said holding back tears.
“okay.” He said and I hung up. I sat back looking at the city. I can’t keep slaving over drawing pictures for some company. I need to do something. I want to change the world. I only have one life and I need to live.
“I’m never going to have a kid.” Said some guy adjacent from me. Holy shit this world is dark.
Then there was a flash of light.
-----End of memory----
I throw the book across the room and fall to the ground. Tears start pouring out of my eyes. I remember that day clearly now. That was the day I decided to start a band. The day Mikey stopped smiling. I tucked my head into my knees and cried even harder. That day changed me negatively and positively. After a while I got back up to pick the horrible book. It was open to a random page.
‘Some memories could be horrible and some can be nice.’
“NOW YOU TELL ME.” I screamed and ripped the page. I started to rip the page into smaller pieces but the page came back. I got even angrier and throw it again.
I looked back down at the page I torn out before and one of the pieces had a note on it.
‘Memories can’t be destroyed.’ It read.
“IS THERE A FUCKING HANDBOOK OR SOMETHING!” I screamed and tossed the paper shreds aside. I walked to the chair and sat down. I picked up the note Frank wrote me and read it over and over. It calmed me down a lot and I grinned.
I can get through this it’s only a wall of books. I lived through it the first time I can do it again. I stand up and walk over to the bookshelf. I need to do this or I’ll be here forever. I sighed and pulled out a random book. Here we go again.

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