Day 1
7:00 AM

Ring ring. Ring ring.
"Ugh….Morning already?"
I open my eyes and see the burning red glow of "7:00" on the clock beside my bed. My eyes are heavy, my body not responding. Nothing is going to get me out of bed right now.
"Five more minutes…" I grunt, grabbing the sheets and rolling myself into a kind of blanket cocoon. I love doing that, it makes me feel warm and secure. The dorm is always so drafty, so warmth is a wonderful thing. Just as I'm about to drift off back to the realm of dreams, I hear something that nearly stops my heart.
"It's 7 AM, Monday and this is Morning Talk with-"
I didn't hear any more of the talk show's intro from the radio as I threw myself out of bed.
"It's Monday!? Fuck!"
I nearly fell on my face as I bolted out of my room, grabbing my bag and running down the hallway.
Thud!
My face smacks into something warm and soft. I look up and see my older sister Nerine's face smiling down at me.
"Luna, you mustn't run in the morning." she says in a playful voice, pushing my face deeper into her immaculate cleavage. She's always had massive breasts, which made me insecure of my own, and she loved to remind me that she was bigger like this. I tried to escape but she just laughs softly and jiggles them a bit before finally letting me go.
"What's so important you feel the need to run dear Luna?"
My head is still spinning as I refill my lungs, having been suffocated by her bust. I laugh and smile at her.
"I'm late again. Gotta go!"
Without another word, I stand and bolt for the door.
"Ummm….Luna?"
"Yes?" I reply, impatiently turning the door knob.
"You're not going to class in just your bra and panties are you?"
I look down at myself and notice I had indeed forgotten to dress myself.
"Damn it!"
Nerine laughs again as I dash back to my room to change. After getting dressed at a speed that seems impossible for a human, I wave my beloved sister good-bye as I sprint towards the campus. Eventually, I make my way to the Literature classroom. I pretend to listen to the professor's lecture about tardiness and how college students should be more diligent. Blah blah blah, I've heard it a billion times.
Annoyingly, the only seat available is next to Steven Belmont, who was apparently deeply interested in a book he was reading, The Dark Tower by Stephen King. It isn't like I hate him personally, but more like he's a rival to me. We've always been in the same class, and always been the top two in every class. But for some reason, the professors always give him special treatment (for example, he's not even paying attention to the class and the professor is just ignoring that). Hiding my annoyance, I take my seat.
"Good morning Belmont." I say with a false smile.
"Morning." He replies, not even taking his eyes off the book.
"Could at least look at me." I think to myself, searching through my bag for the homework
"Alright class, mid-terms have been graded. As you all feared, most of you failed." the professor says, flipping a switch on the projector and displaying the scores on the screen.
A wave of groaning echoes as my classmates see their scores, most of which did not pass a score of 40. I myself am annoyed to see my score of 88. Not because it's low, but because Belmont, as usual, scored high than me with a 90.
"As usual, Mr. Belmont has proven to put more effort in than any of you others."
I found this ironic, considering Belmont hasn't even looked up from his book to look at the screen.
"You will go far in this world if you keep this up Belmont" the professor praises him.
"That's nice." he replied with a lazy tone.
I hold back a scream of frustration, and somehow found the strength to make it through the class. Fifty minutes later, the professor dismisses us, of coarse, not without giving us a five-page essay due in three days. With a sigh, I decided to go to the library to get a head start on it after my classes.
I got out of my last class around 5 PM and made my way to the library. It wasn't a place I spent a lot of time usually, I had only been in there about four times probably. As usual, the size of the place caught me off-guard. The silence eerie, as if everyone inside was afraid to make a sound. I hate quiet places, I'm gonna just grab a few books and get out.
I needed to find some info on Earnest Hemmingway, so I decided to start in the classics section, located in a secluded corner in the very back of the library, to search for any of his works.
"Umm….are you sure we should be doing this here?"
"Relax Amy, it's fine."
I was rather surprised to find two girls amongst the books, one timid looking, her back against the shelves, the other much more dominant and holding her in a kiss. Annoyingly, they were right on top of the section I needed. I was about to ask them to move, when the dominant one shot me a glare.
"What are you looking at! Get the fuck outta here!" she demanded. She looked ready to attack me, so I decided to make a hasty exit, half walking, half running as I turned the corner.
Thud.
"Ow!"
For the second time in one day, I crashed into somebody, falling flat on my ass. Rubbing my back, I look and notice I had smacked right into Belmont. He too was on his ass, a mess of books between us, which he must've been carrying.
"Sorry…" I apologized.
"It's ok, I'm carrying way too many ayway."
I gave him a confused look as I surveyed the number of books around us. They were all old and had no connection to each other.
"What are you doing with all these?" I asked, helping him pick them up.
"I'm a Library Aide, we're cleaning the shelves of useless or worthless books today."
"I see."
I never knew he worked here. In fact, I don't really know anything about him, this is honestly our first extended interaction, and even this didn't last long, as the books were neatly stacked in moments and Belmont was on his way.
"Maybe we should talk more…" I think to myself. "Maybe we could get along…hm?"
I noticed a book he must've missed on the ground. It had fallen into the shadows and was difficult to see. Curious, I picked it up, finding it strangely heavy. It was unlike any book I've ever seen. It's cover was made of red leather, words written in what appeared to be Latin written across it. I had taken Latin before, and I was able to title it as "Fallen". I flipped through the pages, which were yellowed with age. Oddly, it appeared hand-written, the paper had an odd feel the likes of which I've never encountered.
Most notable about this book, was the cold feeling that shot through me as I looked at it. I don't know why, but it gives me a feeling of dread, as if it will change my life forever if I hold onto it.
"Maybe I should just give this back to Belmont."
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