Final.

I opened my eyes to see nothing but pitch black. It was quiet at first. I didn’t know where I was or how I got there. I was just there. I waited for something to happen. It was long before something did. Within seconds, the ground shook. I was pressed against others making me realize I wasn’t alone. We were all in the same situation. We couldn’t talk, but I could feel the confusion and fear that surrounded us. We continued to shake making us bump into each other. It was almost like an earthquake. Wherever we were wasn’t very big. I knew that at least. Suddenly, we were dropped and everything froze again.

Did time exist at that point? I couldn’t tell. It was shortly after that that I heard a ripping sound coming from above us. The fear in the air grew rapidly. What was going to happen to us? To me? The ripping stopped and light poured in blinding us from seeing anything. When my eyes adjusted, I was quickly picked up. It shocked me, and I panicked slightly. I looked around frantically in search of where I was. I was at a bookstore. I blinked in surprise.

What was I doing here? Am I a book? The fingers holding me felt skinny. The nails were long. Like a womans. She stacked other books on me, and headed forwards. I couldn’t see where she was taking me at first. Then she started to put us on the shelf. I was the last to be put up. I waited. If I am a book… I could leave at any time. I could go in a day, a week, a year. I don’t know when I’ll leave now.  My only option is to wait.

I was drifting off as I thought. I was interrupted by a sudden touch. I was pulled from the bookshelf slot. My heart speed grew rapidly. I was being looked at. This might have been my chance. It wasn't. I was put back as fast as I was picked up. If I could, I would have sighed. I felt my heart flop a little. I waited again. I had no choice but to wait. It was maybe a week before I was pulled out of my thoughts. I waited as their eyes searched and read. I was nervous. Could this be it? The fingers were slim with the nails painted a soft baby blue. It was another woman. I began to feel self conscious.

What if she didn’t like me? What if she thought I was too boring or lame? She closed me and walked off. I was going home with her. She was going to be my owner. I would have smiled if I could. She handed me to the checkout lady. I heard a beep and everything went white within seconds. It was like I was inside a bag. I shuffled around for a bit before I was placed on something. It was a while before I was picked up again. I felt excitement rush through me. This was an adventure basically. I had no idea where I was or where I was going. The only thing I knew was that this was an adventure.

When I was removed from the bag, I looked around. I was in a room. I couldn’t see everything, but her bed was a blue and black pattern throughout it. She liked blue. I waited for her. She wasn’t around anymore. When she was, she sat down and sat against the wall. Her delicate hands picked me up and held me against her knees. Then she read. I slowly began to feel self conscious about myself. What if she didn’t like me? What if she thought I was boring? Her hands were so warm against my cold spine. I felt anxious as I waited. I was beginning to think she didn’t until I heard something. She laughed. She smiled. She liked me. She liked what she read and they were my thoughts. She liked me. I felt my heart warm up as I watched her smile to herself. If I could, I would have smiled back.