Trista-

 I walked slowly down the streets, guys occasionally calling out to me from street corners, guys who had heard about me from other dealers.  Unfortunatly for me, I didn't have time to snatch money from Liz's purse, and I wasn't about to give them anything but money.  Stepping over cigarett butts and ducking into alleys that I knew could get me to the better part of the city quicker, I eventually ended up on Indigo Ave.

 Across the street was a building that was about the size of any normal library, with alot of cement steps leading up to the wooden doors.  Barely anyone really went in there, but it was a city monument, the library was, so it stayed.  And yeah, I understand the oddness of someone like me going to the library as a place of solace, but that's how it was.  

 As I made my way up the steps and shoved open the heavy, wooden doors, a feeling of calmness and peace surrounded me, the silence of the large building winding around the many book cases.  When you walked in, there was a section off to your left for the younger kids, picture books and stuff.  To your right was the reception and check-out desk that had one woman, around fifty with graying brown hair.

 Then there were more book cases, going on and on to the very end of the building and more shelves lining the walls.  Endless stories, endless papers, a multitude of worlds that you could slip into and take on as your own, abandoning the life you have for just a moment.  I let out a breath and walked over to a table that sat in front of the doorway to the kids section.  

 At the table held my only two friends, the only two people I talked to besides any drug dealer that happen to have what I wanted.  I walked over to them and sat down at the round, small table across from the girl.  She looked up from her 'Catcher and the Rye' book, her light green eyes looking up quickly.  She had very, very short, bright red hair that barely reached her eyebrows, black glasses on the bridge of her nose.  

 She wore a black lace shirt, and probably some conservative, dark-wash jeans.  She wasn't the type of girl you usually see in this city, the only thing making her somewhat fit in being that she had a tattoo on her right forearm, almost invisible under the thick, black lace.  It was swoopy, elegant letters that read, 'It was a bright, cold day in April and the clocks were striking thirteen', a dead tree branch underneath the quote.

 She always had this calm, serious look on her face.  Kayla Thina, right next to Jason Marks, her long-time boyfriend.  

 The two were almost identical, from the short red hair to the eyes to the plain, conservative, black clothes.  Jason's glasses were tinted, making it difficult to see his light green eyes.  Strangely, while he had the dark-tinted glasses he also had black, steampunk-style goggles on his head.  I'd asked him once, but he had only just shrugged.

 On his right forearm he also had a tattoo, one of his very own quotes.  'Love is like true sympathy, I'm not sure it exists'.  Which was an odd tattoo to have for a guy that had been dating Kayla for as long as I knew them and longer.  These two even had the same expression on their faces when they looked at me.  

 And I had never seen them out of the library.  I mean, it wasn't just that I had never seen them out of the library, it was that everytime I was in the library they were there.  Almost as if they were always in the library...ALWAYS.

 "You and Liz had anouther argument with no real situation?"Kayla asked calmly, and I nodded.
"Yeah, came home drunk again."I mummbled, trying to think of the first time I saw these two.  It was about seven years ago, and I'd stumbled into the library while coming down from a high and looking for a quiet place to recoup.  They were sitting at the same table they sat at now, just reading.

 I'd sat with them an, well, history is history.  During my time getting to know these two odd people, I had realized that, while they seemed creepy and different, they were strangely wise.

 "No one ever got famous for having an easy life."Jason said, looking back down at his 'Invisible Monsters' book.  While a nice guy, Jason tended to have much more interest in books than actual people.  Kayla actually closed her book and rested her chin on her fist, looking at me.

 "So, did you end up reading 'Freak Show'?"I asked, looking around the library and reveling in the fact that I could have a normal conversation with a somewhat-close to being-60%-normal girl.  Kaylah shrugged and mused,
"Not yet, I'm moving onto the teen-realistic-fiction section next week." I knew for a fact that these two had read through every book in this library at least twice, including the picture books and the dictionairies.  I wondered if these two slept here, or had parents.

 "Finish the steriotypical-teenage-angst section yet?"I asked, naming one of our 'renamed' sections of the library.  She nodded, tapping 'Twilight: Eclipse' that lay with a pile of books next to her.
"It's sad that we are so focused on saving the enviorment, yet we wast trees on such novels like this."She said, shaking her head.

 "I agree.  I mean, as if making the Vampires pretty-boys wasn't enough,  she had to go and make them SPARKLE? Really, I feel bad for those trees."I sighed, looking past Kayla's head for a moment when I saw someone.  Usually there would be two, maybe three other people in here with us, so it was always interresting to see who walked from the darkness outside to the silent peace in here.

 Usually, it was a collage student or two who were just driving by, or the rare adult who might want to actually check out a book, or a homeless man.  But this person was different, I realized as I starred at him or her.  They wore a black hoodie pulled so low over their face that I couldn't see what they looked like, their back to everyone as they slumped their shoulders and pulled a book out from the first shelf in the row of hundreds.

 "Who's that?"I asked quietly to Kayla, who calmly looked over her shoulder to the person.  Even Jason quickly flicked his eyes behind him.
"Oh, you've never noticed them before?"Jason asked, looking over at me.  I shook my head and wondered why this person seemed like they didn't want to be seen.

 "They've been here every-so-often for the past month or two.  Always  wearing that hoodie as if it isn't the summer."Jason explained, looking back at his comic.

 "Why do you ask?"Kayla asked, looking back at me and tilting her head to the side.  I shrugged and brushed the person off, rationalizing in my head that they were probably just some homeless kid or a small adult who decided to lay low here while fighting off a hangover.
"Just curious."I mummbled, yet I kept looking back at the person every minet or two.  When I finally left at around nine at night, that person was swimming in the drowning pool of my mind.  

 The entire time they were there they only looked at that one book.