Headfirst For Halos Chapter Two

Headfirst For Halos
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 Patrick tried to tip-toe his way over to the bookshelf and to balance the weathered, tattered huge book in his hands.

 Unfortunately he failed and fell straight to the ground, the book flying out of his hands and hitting the floor with a loud thud that sent dust everywhere. Patrick coughed and flailed his hands around, trying to get rid of the debris.

 He slowly got up, the floor groaning his absence. But, then again, it was a very old house. Patrick managed to pick up the old book and place it in its proper place.

 He sighed and went over to his kitchen, below the sink. There were various items to use for cleaning (so, he was a bit of a neat freak..?). Patrick brought over a sort of spray used for cleaning hardwood and paper towels, and started to clean the floor where the dust had fallen. But Patrick wouldn't dare touch the numerous volumes and books lining his walls, they were too precious. They were his life. Well.....never mind.

 

 Eventually the floor was cleaned to his liking (or the best he could do) and he could finally head upstairs to sleep.

 Patrick spotted his neglected violin in the corner. Or maybe it was time to practice. The only thing Patrick loved more than his books was music.

 Once Patrick had been a master of the violin, but now when he picked up the instrument, he heard only sharp shrieks coming from it.

 Patrick sighed.

 "Well, not today," he said in his rich, smooth and very underused voice.

 

 So, Patrick went up to his bed alone, again.

 

  Patrick woke with a start. He was cold, cold all over. He had dreamed of him again. The boy and that evil...something. It was darkness and cold all over. The scent of night had been all around him. The dark musk and jasmine and just so dark, waiting to swallow him. And then he heard over and over the word: banished. Patrick shivered and was delighted to see it was morning

 

 

 Wow, Patrick had actually slept in this morning compared to other mornings. Which meant he had an hour to get ready for work. And can you guess where he worked?

 

 A bookstore! More specifically Borders'.

 Patrick stumbled around his bedroom looking for clothes to wear. As you can see, he's not particuarly graceful.

 He settled on some retro cartoon shirt or something and a pair of old jeans. He brushed his teeth and slapped on a hat. Sneakers somehow made their way onto his feet as he rushed out the door.

 

 "Wait!" Patrick yelled after the bus, and the bus stopped for him, just like it did everyday. He climbed on and saw there were no seats. Patrick frowned and just clung onto the railing.

 

  He had been hanging on for about 5 stops when he was bumped into from behind. He turned around to see a boy a little taller than him wearing a green and black striped hoodie. He looked vaguely familiar.

  Patrick smiled to show it was alright, the boy basically sneered at him and continued onto the back where a seat had just opened up.

 

 

 "Patrick, there you are. You're late," His boss, Anna, told him.

 "I know..." Patrick trailed off.

 "You know what to do," she said and went back to being her bitchy self.

 

 "Bleh, why can't people be cleaner?" Patrick asked himself as he cleaned out his 5th and final toilet. He threw the toilet brush onto the janitorial cart and wheeled it out of the men's bathroom. He peeled off his rubber gloves and shuddered as he threw them onto the cart as well.

 

 He spent about 20 minutes in the staff bathroom washing his hands and then he came out. Anna was there and she pointed to the boxes with new books in them. Patrick suppressed a groan and started unwrapping books.

 

 The bus ride home was fairly pleasant, he got a seat for once and almost no one was there. When the bus came to his stop, it actually stopped and the driver didn't make Patrick jump off of the bus.

 

 Maybe he would practice his violin again...

 

 But he had barely been in his house for two seconds when the phone rang.

 "Hello?" He answered.

 "Patrick! I have something interesting for you!"






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