It weird being back here. The thought crosses my mind as I step into the library. It's silent just like every other time I've been here, it's like no one uses the library these days. That or because of what's happening tonight even the librarian isn't here, which is a good thing because I intend to go to the last place I was before that monster jumped me.

The direction to the shelf is living rent free in my head. I tighten my hold on my bag and walk towards the place. My fingers dig into the material of the bag is made of as my eyes connects with the shelf, which is now being dubbed restricted. There a red ribbon that goes from wall to wall and a do-not cross sign hang at the middle of the ribbon.

Having always been curious about this shelf, apart from the whole romance novels stuff, something doesn't seem right about it and I'm going to find it out, and I won't let a ribbon that's screaming cut-me stop me. I move closer and collide with an invisible force field, which I know is a boundary spell.

Okay, here are things I know about boundary spells. First, if it is created by the Gemini witches, I can never break it. And second, if it was anyone other than the Gemini witches, it means there's a line somewhere that houses the spell and my best guess is the ribbon. I can't conclude on something with testing it, so I'm going to prove my point.

I stare at my hand and the rope. It's going to hurt, I know but I have to know for sure. Swallowing the lump in my throat, I reach to touch the ribbon but before I touch, the spell ribbon reacts as it ripples and burning my fingers in process. I groan and pull back, bringing my hand to my mouth to blow air but I don't get to blow as the bruise heal, leaving my finger the way they were like they were never smoked.

This is the second time this has happened. I thought I got lucky when my wound healed itself after I've been stabbed with a rod but it's not luck. I can heal myself.

Wait... I can heal myself. Which means I can pass through the boundary and heal afterwards.

Are you willing to go through the pain? Is the shelf worth it? My subconscious ask in my head. I mean, I have to try, right? But my subconscious is right I can't risk it. What if I never don't survive?

Oh shit, I can't do it. I have to find another way.

I can't ask Nate for help because he's getting ready for tonight and I know how much he likes Jessica, he'll want it to be perfect and giving the experience we had the last he tried to help me, I doubt he'll agree.

I can't go to Roman because I don't want to deal with Penelope, they've been attached by the hip since we came back from saving Jessica.

Think. Think, think, think, think. I can try setting a fire. God no, I'll destroy school property and the headmaster will be on my ass for the rest of my life.

I begin to pace as I think about what to do. "What can I do?" There has to be something. There has to be–

I hear the snap of the ribbon. Looking back, I notice the ribbon has been cut. "Who is there?" I ask. I know for certain that there's no way the ribbon could have cut by itself. I didn't hear any sound but I know I'm not alone here. "Hello! Is there anyone here?"

I look around but find no one, well, I'll take the opportunity that presented itself to me.

I sigh and walk through the broken boundary. I glance back to see the ribbon connect together making it whole again. "No!" I rush, thinking I can slide out before the boundary becomes whole again but it's too late. "Fuck!" I slap my hands on the invisible boundary. "Shit!" I'm locked in.

How am I going to get out? I didn't think through. I didn't. Now what?

I don't even have my phone with me to think I'm going to call someone for help, it's charging in my room.

Arihmatheo is right, I'm reckless and I act without thinking i–

Sounds of whisper from different voices. I turn back and notice it's coming from the shelf. I knew something isn't right with this shelf. I thought the boundary spell was there because of what happened to me but it's something more.

I begin to walk, still hearing the whisper until I stop in front of the shelf and grab the book I wanted to read the last time I was here 'The Demon and The Witch by Sebastian Holmes'. I open the book and the whisper stops. I frown and whisper. "Weird, but okay."

The first page is the dedication page and it's dedicated to 'George Holmes' his family perhaps. I flip the page and see something being written on it with black ink each letter dripping ink.

"Ha ha!" I tap my hand on the words being written. "I knew it, a fucking spell book." I knew the school wouldn’t be stupid enough to keep romance novel in the library unless it's just a camouflage for the real reason, which is a spell book. I mean, our chemistry teacher writing romance, that never sounded right.

After the writing is done, I bring the book closer to see the spell. I purse my lip and shake my head. I shouldn't. I really shouldn't but I'm curious. What is the worst thing that could happen? I know I shouldn't be playing around with spells, especially the ones I know nothing about but...

"Htiw siht koob si nepo eht yaw," I read out loud and wait for something to happen. I look around, but nothing happens.

I frown and close the book. "It's pointless." I sigh and return the book to its place.

I bite the inside of my mouth and turn away. Now that that's over, I can face my reality about spending the rest of my day here and when the headmaster finds me, I will be in dip shit. Fuck me.

I move to the sit on ground but stop when I hear a scraping sound behind me. Turning around to see the true meaning of magic. The novels shift from their respective places, shifting backwards to a new empty space. I watch as the books separate to the side before coming forward to fill the empty shelf and merging with each other until it all merged with the shelf, creating a smooth wall with an handle. No that's not right. It's not a wall. Behind the display of magic is a door.

I walk closer, biting my lips nervously because I'm going to open it and I have no idea what's at the other side of that door. Call me a cat that will die from it curiosity but the idea of not finding out what's behind the day isn't sitting well with me and it's not as if I have another choice. It's go through the door and sit around, doing nothing. I choose exploration.

I place my hand on the doorknob and turn it. The door opens, revealing the darkness inside. I swallow hard and begin to walk. It's probably just a basement that knew was there. I step inside and look around. The door slam behind me, making me flinch.

Fuck it's so dark in here. I can see anything. I don't even know where I'm going. I grip my bag like my life depends on it and begin to walk. The sound of my boot echoes inside. This place doesn't feel like a basement, more a cave. I step on a stick and the snapping sound is follow by a vibration all over.

What did I do now?

I hold on to my dear life until I feel the ground crack beneath my feet. "Oh shit!" It breaks and I begin to fall in what feels like an endless cycle of misery.

I scream at the top of my lungs, not stopping until my back slams on the ground. I inhale sharply before getting into a coughing fit, it's like the fall sucked up all the air I have. Rolling to my side, I push myself up with my hand and sit.

I groan when the coughing subsides. "I think I broke something." I mutter as I keep my head down.

"It's going to take a lot more than a fall for you to break something," a familiar voice says before asking. "How did you get in here?"

I raise my head and turn it to the direction the voice is coming from and see Damien laying down on the floor, his feet propped up against the wall. His left arm covering his eyes. How the hell did he know it was me? Maybe he remembered my voice.

"What is this place?" I ask before looking up. There's a ceiling and a chandelier hanging in the middle with it lights shining around us. "How did I get here?" I remember falling but the ceiling doesn't look like it's cracked.

I glance in Damien's direction to see him on his feet, dusting the dirt off his sweatpants. He walks to me and offers me his hand. Handsome and a gentleman, I swear I am going to marry this guy. I kid you not.

I take his hand and gasp. Flashes of swords, Damien swinging the sword, him in wars, using it to cut people. That manages to find it's way into my head.

I remove my hand from his and jump up, leaving my bag on the ground. "What's wrong?" He asks, concern shows in his voice.

I shake my head to snap out of the vision, and tuck my hair behind my ear and sigh. "I'm not sure but I just saw a flash of you cutting people with a sword." I hesitate before continuing. "The vision was specific. I only saw you swinging a sword."

What the fuck? I'm seeing things now, I can see people's memories?

He hums places his hands in his pockets like it doesn't bother him. He stands in front of me and says, "You see other people's memories by just touching them. Impressive." He says that but doesn't show it.

I raise an eyebrow in question. "What do you mean by that?" I ask curiously.

"You are an empath and a telepath."

"So many paths. Lucky me."

Yeah, lucky me indeed. It would have been more exciting if someone told me how many powers I have. It's like I develop a different one everyday.

"What are you–" I stop talking when I notice my palm burning up.

I turn my palm to my face to see what's causing it but instead of the bird and the unknown symbol I always see. It's just the unknown symbol in the middle of my right palm. Fuck, it's getting hotter.

"What's going–" I gasp for air and drop to my knees at the same time the symbol begins to glow in a blackish color like it did with my wound.

It's like my bones is burning through my flesh. Groaning, I use my other hand to remove my jacket when I begin to hurt all over my upper body.

Damien quickly rushes to my side, holding me. "Hey, breathe." He tries to calm me but I notice he isn't moving, just staring at my body.

I scream out loud when I feel the burning increases on my back. I quickly remove my shirt, not caring about his gender. At least I'm wearing a bra.

"What's happening to you?" He asks in concern.

"You think I kno–" I scream when I feel a sting in my hand again. I look to see strange lines appearing from my shoulder to my wrist.

It's like I'm burning alive from inside out. My eyes flutter as I take a deep breath. I can't keep it in anymore. So I let it out, I open my mouth and scream.