The Mind Library

I decided to take a break and try to figure out what are the ‘rules’ of this place. I made a list on one of the bare walls with a piece of wood the chipped off one of the chairs. 'Once you relive a memory its then gone. You can’t destroy any of the books or it will come back. Don’t sleep. You must go through all of the books to get into heaven or whatever it is on the other side.'
I got the many rules down to a science now. I also realized that I don’t get hungry or thirsty. So the coffee is optional. But if I do drink it I’ll have to use the bathroom. So when I have to take a piss I had to piss into the other mug. I know I know its gross but it goes away after a while. It’s really weird how it just disappears like that. But whatever.
So I found other ways to entertain myself. Like drawing on the walls, doing random exercises, and throwing stuff around. I know it’s nothing to fun but it keeps me from going insane. And trust me I have had some episodes. I’ll just scream and have a one man mosh pit. One time I went so crazy that I ripped half my shirt from the collar down to my stomach. Luckily I have a hoodie so I can cover it as much as I can.
I also realized that the room doesn’t have a certain temperature. Its feels like nothing. So I never freeze or sweat. Which is nice but it bothers me. So for the last hour I just stood in front of a lamp trying to get some sort of temperature change.
I think its time to start doing the memories again. It’s been what I think three hours now. If I want to see my family again I should start doing it again. I walked over to the bookcase but then I stop when a strange pain shot through me. I wince and collapsed on the floor holding my head. It went on like that for a while till soon everything just stopped. I looked around then saw a little note on one of the walls that I draw on. I slowly walk to it scared to see what it said. I ripped it down and examine it.
‘Michael James Way: died at age 80 at 3:11 p.m. He has now been sent to his Mind Library.’ It read with a small picture of Mikey when he was younger. I start to feel tears form in my eyes. My kid brother is dead and has to go through what I’m going through now. Wait he died at 80. I have been in here for years now. I’ve only went through what 8 books and there is around 80 left ( yeah i counted them). I ran back over to the bookshelf and start thinking up a plan on how I’m going to divide this up. I’ll do five books then break then do another five then break. I’ll repeat this prose till the end. I’m going to do this for Mikey so I can see him when we both get out of here. I took a deep breath and grabbed a book.
‘Do this or Mikey, do this for Mikey’ I chanted while opening it.

Notes

thanks for reading
this is probably not my best work.
its really a filler
thanks for all the nice comments
and have a wonderful day

- Gold