How cool would it be if it was actually a spell book or something? My mind wonders only a little bit and I forget the book was there. I laid down and go straight to sleep. The next morning I wake up with a pounding headache. Damn how did I get this, I open my eyes and the first thing I see as I am sitting up it is the book case. The head ache gets stronger. I get up and close my Eyes. It gets weaker I change and leave the rrom my head ache starts to pass. After a while the pain has lowered but it doesn’t seem to going away. Today is sunday so I have the whole day free. I go to Miss Miag apothecary and tell her about my headache we talk a little and she gives some herbs so I can make a tea.
-Look be careful, this is strong stuff start with one tea spoon in the morning and one in the afternoon if it doesn’t go away 2 tea spoon tops.
-Ok, I get it, I m not some idiot coming here for that first time that thinks a pill is worth the whole bag and any kind of tea will help at most a bit. I know what not being careful with herbs like this can do to the body.
-Ok, ok, I know it’s just this time with how strong the headache was and how weird it behave itself, and this is not herbs you want to toy with too much and the body will start to reject it. Be careful and come back with new of how it works out.
I go home and when I get there, great there is Arya my sister’s BFF. The bitch is fucking annoying. And that would be ok except she basically hangs 24 o’ 7 at our house. Technically not true after all there is school and other stuff but she spends like 90 percento of her free time at our house. She even sleeps here on my sister’s rom Monday yes Monday no. And she hot, like the most hot girl in school period. And it wouldn’t be so bad if she didn’t followed my sisters lead in all things concerned me. My sister hates me always has probably because I kind do everything I supposed to do like go to the church 20 min early and always go do biblical study and stuff. What she doesn’t get is that instead of waiting for my parents to nag me about it I just do it and get it over with. If she only knew. I’m the one that has cause to hate her. I mean If I miss something I’m spiritualy weak, Im shirking my duties, and other nonsense, if she does it is theyr daughter being a bit rebellious and as long as we keep aperences and it doesn’t go too far god forgives. Arya is basicly the most flagrant of those violations because we aren’t supposed to have friends of any other faith, but my sister has come up with some bullshit about trying teaching about god and having her serve him too, and they actually bought it. I have a couple bodies at school and once in a while I manage to sneak out to hangout with them but not very often and she gets to have her friend around any time she wants. And damn how I wish she didn’t have turned her against me. And I don’t even know how. Before my sister she always nice to everyone with one or two exceptions after it became two or three and I was one of them.
I mean Ok, you don’t want to be my friend, or you don’t even like me ok, but no need to be a bitch. And that she is, as long as there is only my sister along she doesn’t even bother to be courteous.
I go to the kitchen and turn on the kettle.
-Ohh, is your brother gonna be here all day?
-Don’t know…Hey Piass- I hate that nickname she put on me, it isn’t even creative, I just ignore her and sit- Damn, ok just answer me, are u going to be here today?
-Good morning to u too. And yes I will, I got a head ache so I’m canceling everything and resting.
I go back to ignoring her and wait for the water to hit the temperature I want. From the corner of my eye I see Arya, damn those bums and that chest, smooth skin about 5’7 tall and just the right amount of fat, enough that u can grab at it without feeling like she a sack of bones but very far from being fat. And damn that hair. Long, smooth, and it smells wonderful. She is 4 feet away so I take a pinch of my tea and inhale deeply. The smells mix and yeah, it is just how I remember.
The water heats up, I prepare the tea and to the porch, there I sit. I’m a bit anxious to get back to my books or my computer but I take my time otherwise the head will not go away so easily. I breathe deeply and try to concentrate on anything else but my raging boner. I smell the tea and slowly drink it. I didn’t put any sugar as is proper off a tea even though I would rather have done so but the taste is still slightly sweet. Damn this tea tastes amazing, I mean sure it is a bit faint for my usual tastes but just a bit more concentrated and I could drink it all day long. I contrite on breathing again and the head ache is suddenly gone. The heck? She said this tea is strong but I never though…even the strongest pill should have still taken a minute or two to even begin entering the blood stream and the effects of herbs are even more subtle. I finish the tea in my mug and fill it again with the rest going up to my room. When I get there my mind had already started to wonder back to the back side of a certain lady, so I laid on my bed and imagine all the things I would do to her if I ever get the chance. After a quarter hour I finish and go to my book case. Looking at the upper part I see the nine no wait no wait, ten book on the “to read” queue list. I take them out one by one but none gets my attention, they sound interesting enough but none of them are what I’m looking for at the time. I might go search a book online and download it, viva le Torrents. Wait nine books, ten books, there is, ten books, there is something wrong. I tare at the last book, now intensely I forgo everything else and focus on that book like I’m going to jump from a 9 feet tall wall, or like the final and most critical moments in a game the fuck. I search my memory with an intensity I rarely dedicate to anything, I boutgh the book, I…..I……I yes put it into the bookcase…and…looked at it last nigth…And this morning, the headache, the bookcase, the book made it way worse.
I take the book in my hands I sweep the table with only a cursory glance to check nothing breakable is going along with it. Everything that was disorganized in the table is sprawled on the floor and I stare at the book. I pull a block of paper and start writing into it. Without taking my eyes of the book and keeping a mental image of the book in my head I write notes of the times I looked at it and the effects. After a minute or so I Look at it and open it. I feel like I’m forgetting what I’m doing but I force myself to continue. The book is about math and has the same content than yesterday, wait this formula here was wrong yesterday. Instead of question it I just close the book make a note of it put the exact time unlike the other time before because now I experienced the phenomena first hand a bit aware of it. I feel like I’m getting tired so I put everything back to their place. And sit on my chair again. When I sit I relax And I feel like I’m forgetting something I look down and see some notes I scribble it down. When did I do thins And why are my things all scattered around the florr. I read the notes and startled Look at the book case at first I don’t find the book but with a bit of an effort my eyes focus on it. I stare at the paper again and I forget seeing the book. I repeat this cicle a dozen times until my head ache hits again. This time very suddenly I continue focusing on the book and drink a sip of the tea. The pain instantly goes away. But while starring it suddenly comes back. Perhaps about ten seconds later. I take a note of the occurrence and fall into a loop. A couple of hours later the head ache starts again and I leave the room.
Without even looking, I know from heart and without effort in the notes But I still can’t remember the book. I focus onto it and some of the memories comeback but even then they are very fuzzy. I know I can remember them all when looking at the book.
So far I can’t come up with anything definitive but there are a few things that I managed to grasp. Basically that looking at the book gives strong headache being near it induces mild headache. Probably a side effect of what I imagine is a spell or something to induce memory loss about the book. It can’t however affect sufficiently tangential subjects. Otherwise it would have made me forget what I wrote in the notebook. Maybe it’s not mart enouth to do that. Now let’s make some more tea.
I spend another hour thinking and drink plenty of tea. I go upstairs and take pictures of every single page of the book. After returning it to the bookcase I read trough a portion of it but this is a dead and as well. It’s mostly nonsense. For a casual reader it is exactly what u would hope to find in a utterly borring book almost as if it was tailored so that it would show the most utterly book possible. But maybe that is exactly the whole point. Make a book that people would overlook and garaties that nobody would buy it. That is anyone who might bypass the “perception filter” the spell provided. That is very interesting. I basically spend the whole day resting drinking tea and looping between forgetting about the book and looking at it. And damn it’s not boring at all, it’s like sex, well, it’s not like I know what sex is like but more like wat I wonder sex would be like. You can have it all day long, you always want more, you might be to tired to do anything, but you still want it.
For a whole week I spend every waking moment Looping As I called it. Witch basically consisted of looking the notes, noting the time and looking at the book, maybe drink some tea. After a while I developed a slightly resistance to the effects of the book but I basicly still had to drink double portions every day. I went to Miag’s shop next Sunday and after promising to be carefull and explaining that I just really love it the taste of the tea I bought A fuck load of it. Like 200 bucks worth of it. Just about all the money I had. I spend weeks without much progress day and night wondering what the book might be until finally I saw a sign. There was a fuzzy page a bit after the middle of the book. After of weeks looking at it I basically knew each page of it. This page was slightly damaged and after some rest and a double portion of extra strong tea I really looked at it and saw a bit of Latin writing, some symbols and I quickly transcribed everything. A couple minutes later the head stars pouding heavy.I quickly put the book away and go to the copied page. Perhaps the damaged page was the first to fail because the spell there is weakened or something.
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