Without warning I plunge into the darkness that has lingered behind me for all this time. “HELP!!” my scream is a barely audible rustle of paper. I’m lost between my towering friends, unable to see the florescent light. Where am I? I had never before noticed how dark the back was. I’m terrified. What If I never see them again? Those pudgy little fingers that held fast to produce stuttered sentences. The ones who need me. I’m silent, lost and cold. I can hear the rustle of nearby feet, and hope gathers. But then, the sound of silence shatters it. How is this possible? Aren’t I missed? Isn’t anyone looking for me? Does my existence even matter? Suddenly a drum of fingers is heard next to me, I smile anticipating the light. But then, another friend is forced in the row, pushing me farther back into the darkness. “NOOO” I scream, but I’m not audible over the headphones placed in the page’s ear. The darkness, it’s consumed me now. I no longer think, or feel, I barely exist. The incredible loneliness overtakes me. I sit there, dead. Then suddenly I feel black nails clawing for me, and I’m fished from the darkness. “What are you doing back there?” states my savior as she plucks me from my prison of darkness. Fully exposed to the light I grin uncontrollably. She smiles, as she reads my cover “Mystery on The Docks” her smooth voice echoes in my new found hearing. My name, I’ve found my name again. She strokes my cover and stands with me in hand. We walk over to the children’s section and she gently places me back home. “There you go you silly book” she laughs and places me on the shelf. Back where I belong, in full view, and where I’m missed. My friends greet me with a tight embrace, as she walks away to go save others just like me.
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