How could it be blank. I had just read it! I couldn’t be going crazy again! Could I? So I began talking to myself, trying to sort it out. Em was staring at me, then I began to cry, and then I began to laugh. I laughed so hard I cried, and I cried so hard I laughed. Ok, I thought, crazy it is. It only took a few minutes to compose myself. Emily put on some movie, and the book was forgotten. Or so she thought. Once Emily got up to go fix a snack, I immediatly opened the book back to the first page.

Just will me to come, speak my name and I will come to you.

Your Servant

Balzar

Gone was the previous writing, now only this. Yes, I must be crazy. I hurried and placed the book on the floor, and tried to enjoy the rest of our girls evening. I took the book to bed with me and placed it high in my closet. I couldn’t sleep, I wanted to peek in again. I comprimised with myself by locking my door and examining the outside of the book. The book was the size of an average encyclopedia. The cover was soft worn leather. There was no words on the cover, front, back or spine. It looked like it weighed a ton, but was light as a feather. One thing confused me, something the old woman said. She had said she rewrote it over and over, but this book looked like a relic. The one page I saw looked like parchment or something. I stayed up all night thinking.

In the morning I called the restaurant and made sure it was running smoothly, I was taking the day off. Once Emily left for the day, I was going to read the book. I went down and fixed some coffee and toast for us both. I faked a headache and went back to my room. It wasn’t long before I heard Emily leave. I sat down on my bed, coffee in hand and opened the book.

Blank! I opened and closed it about a hundred times, still blank. I starting crying again. I put my cup on the end table, pushed the book off the bed and curled under the blankets in tears. I cried until my head actually hurt. I remember just letting the depression take me to sleep. I remember thinking as I was dozing “Insane, Crazy”.

I remember hearing a soft whisper as I finally fell to sleep, “No not crazy, Lost”.