}{ A Bad Dream Spinning In Your Head }{Open}

[kalai]

Its a place where you will learn to face your fears, retrace the tears, and ride the whims of your mind. . .

Carlisle yawned helplessly as he pulled another book from it's resting place on the shelf. It was nothing he wanted to read, just something to do. Why was he in the library at three A.M.? Couldn't sleep. Carlisle often joked that he didn't need to sleep- but the truth of it was that he was afraid to sleep. He was also terrified of being alone. When he woke from sleep, terror filled him, and truthfully he didn't even know what it was he was so scared about. All he knew was that when he woke up, if he was alone or if it was too quiet, his adrenaline would flow with no apparent cause. Then, it'd be nearly impossible to sleep again because he'd be in a survival mode of sorts, which was not exactly great.

Well, as long as he kept busy. . .

"If you open your mind for me, you won't rely on open eyes to see. The walls you built within come tumbling down and a new world will begin."Carlisle murmured in a whisper as he turned around and pulled back the cover of the random book."I will be watching over you, I'm gonna help you see it through. I will protect you in the night. I'm smiling next to you in silent lucidity."

A block of text met him like an impenetrable wall. Normally this alone would be enough for Carlisle to tackle the book, to not be intimidated by the wall, but he couldn't bring himself to now. Instead he desired one thing; noise. And this was the worse place to be because of it's lack of it.

Instead of relocating, metallic silver eyes gazed at more covers even as the initial book sat cradled in his arms, open to the random page. It was looking pretty bleak from here. As if it were possible, Carlisle was certain that the library was simply too big. They needed to make it smaller so that the people would be near each other- that would solve everything, wouldn't it? Carlisle thought so at least. And less shelves- yeah, pile the books on the floor for all he cared.Then again, it wasn't like he was submitting the suggestion in writing to the administrators of the school or anything.

. . .Commanding in another world; suddenly, you hear and see this magic new dimension

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Ignatius

Now you see me, now you don’t!

A fairly skinny boy with dark hair entered the library very quietly. He was wearing a pink t shirt and jeans, and had a silky purple scarf around his neck. He walked rather elegantly into the middle of the library and stopped. He glanced around several times and, not seeing anyone, proceeded to head towards one of the many shelves.

He began to search the shelf, and after a few moments a small smile lit up his face. He removed a book titled '1000 Cake Recipes', turned around, and almost bumped into Carlisle. "Oh!" He gasped, one hand going to his mouth. He then smiled gently. "I'm sorry, I didn't see you there. I'm Ignatius, but you can call me Iggy, if you want." Iggy held out his hand for Carlisle to shake, still smiling.

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I swear I recognize your breath; memories, like fingerprints, are slowly raising. Me you wouldn't recall for I'm not my former. It's hard when your stuck upon the shelf. . .

Carlisle jumped in surprise, his hand going to his chest as if having to keep his heart from pounding out of his chest. He wasn't expecting anyone, either, and when he looked to the newly introduced Iggy he couldn't keep from smiling despite his surprise.

"It's okay,"Carlisle mumbled while he struggled to calm himself down. With the smile he took the offered hand into his hand to complete the formality from Ignatius. "It's nice to meet you, Iggy. I'm Carlisle." Carlisle wished to some extent that he could be offering a nickname, for his name was considerably longer then the name Iggy. Still, he didn't really have a nickname to give to a kid he just met as the hand against his chest dropped to his side. It really depended on getting to know him to understand any random name associated with him.

Carlisle would have loved to say something more to the stranger. He was overjoyed to have company, if he were being honest, and yet he said nothing. Instead he purely hoped that Iggy would have something to say. It was times like this that Carlisle hated his shy nature.

. . .I changed by not changing at all. Small town predicts my fate. Perhaps that's what no one wants to see. I just want to scream, "Hello."

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Ignatius

Now you see me, now you don’t!

Iggy grinned as Carlisle shook his hand. He briefly wondered what Carlisle's power was, but decided he wouldn't ask, he would probably find out soon enough anyway. "Pleased to meet you, Carlisle." He glanced vaguely around the libraby for a moment, then turned back to face Carlisle. He seemed to realised that he wasn't sure what to say, so he decided he would speak instead."So what are you doing here so early?" He asked. He was genuinly curious, the only reason he was here was because he had woken up early and suddenly remembered he had wanted to find a book of cake recipes. He hadn't been able to get back to sleep, so he had come here.

[kalai]

You, you've been taught. We'd been the same, now they got you in line. . .

Carlisle's eyes flickered with memory as he considered the question. His nightmare threatened to bit at him, only to be turned down by a sense of calmness that didn't budge. Why. . .Why was he awake? It was an understandable question that packed a subtle punch. Carlisle didn't let it get him down, though. Smiling as though he wasn't worried in the least, his answer came easily.

"It is early isn't it. . ."Carlisle offered, his voice soft and thoughtful before his real answer came back. "Couldn't sleep to be honest. Seemed an appropriate place to come, pass the time until the others awake. What about you?" Carlisle had no better explanation for being there, so perhaps Iggy would. If not, he wouldn't mind too much either way.

. . .Stand behind the stripes; there will be order, so give it a good mind.

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Ignatius

Now you see me, now you don’t!

Iggy nodded at Carlisle's answer. It did make sense. He wouldn't want to lay in bed doing nothing when he couldn't sleep. He'd rather do some knitting or something. "I was looking for this." He replied, showing him '1000 Cake Recipes'. "I woke up early and suddenly remembered that I wanted to bake some cakes, but I needed some recipes, so I came here." He smiled. "You can have a cake if you want, when I've actually baked some, that is." Most people found it funny that Iggy enjoyed baking and knitting, but he didn't care.

[kalai]

Your lips move but I cant hear what you're sayin'. When I was a child I caught a fleeting glimpse. . .

{Sorry for the delay. I came on a few times ready to write something and couldn't between the homework. Then I kept thinking,"Don't worry, you can do it tomorrow" Only to find I had to go see my grandparents because I have an assignment- narrative writing. I'm creating their life story.}

Carlisle smiled at the offer."Thank you. I'm hopeless at baking myself. I mean, it seems simple enough but somehow it never quite turns out for me."Carlisle admitted. He could honestly say that was one book he'd never bother to pick up. However, that's as far as any sort of negativity went. He didn't care that Iggy could bake because it seemed a lot like girls playing sports. When did activities become gender specific, anyway? A girl was just as capable as a guy and vice versa. And besides, breaking from the normal monotone was always much appreciated. At least Carlisle could learn something new from Iggy if ever he needed to know how to cook.

Yet, something Iggy said did seem funny to him. He said he remembered he needed the recipes. That begged the question- he was thinking about cakes at three a.m.? Truly Carlisle wasn't that driven. Anything he needed could wait until the other students were awake, so it seemed out of place to him to think about getting up early and searching the library for a book. Himself, he was only here because he wasn't sure where else he was allowed so early, and he really wasn't causing trouble, not that too many people would believe that.

. . .Out of the corner of my eye.I turned to look but it was gone. I cannot put my finger on it now.