I’ve finally made it to the Eastern side of the Occult library, and it’s totally awesome! I’ve been reading a lot about Jinn, supernatural beings that are a big part of Arabian and Muslim tradition, and I think I’m going to write a post about them. I can’t believe I’d never heard of them before this (Well, I sort of have but I’ll explain that in the article).
I was coming down the stairs to the Occult Library yesterday and I heard a chorus of tiny mews. Under the desk was that dirty white cat nursing a litter of adorable kittens! She was pregnant this whole time! I didn’t even know she was a girl-cat. She didn’t run away so I brought some food from the kitchen and set up an impromptu bed and litter box.
Sonja had to know, she loves cats. I ran up to her room to tell her. I was so excited that I forgot to knock and I caught her quickly putting something under her blanket and out of sight. It was probably her iPad—maybe she was looking at anime porn or a trashy reality TV show. I didn’t want to embarrass her so I didn’t mention it and just told her about the kittens. She said, “How wonderful! Sounds like you have a library cat now, and library kittens too.”
Sonja let out her punctuated musical laughter and turned her head to meet my eyes, “Kendra, I need your help with something. I need a little help. Can you help me out?”
“I need help, Kendra. I need help.”
“Yea, okay, sure. What do you need help with?”
“Help me, Kendra. Help me out.”
She repeated “Help me!” over and over with increasing intensity and desperation. She sounded pained like she was about to cry but she was laughing. Her controlled and pleasant laugh had been replaced by the nervous laughter of a hyena, and her body shook in time with each eruption. I ran to her bed and held her, trying to calm her down.
She pushed me off and threw her head back and screamed. The scream filled the room until silence blew it away, like one wind colliding into another.
She looked at me in a daze, as if she was trying to focus her eyes.
“Are you okay?”
“I’m fine. Why do you ask?”
“You were screaming ‘Help me!’ over and over again!”
“Yes, you were. Just now. You don’t remember?”
“Sometimes, I forget things. Sometimes I lose myself a little too. But I’m fine.”
“So… you don’t need help?” I asked.
She laughed—it was a Sonja laugh this time. She put her hand up to my face and stroked my cheek. “You look so worried! Relax, I’m fine, really. I don’t need any help.”
She took her hand from my cheek and put it on my thigh, giving it a soft squeeze. “Please don’t tell Eli that I had an episode during the day. It would just worry him.”
Guys, I think she might need help? I mean, she obviously needs help. It seems like she’s actually getting worse and I don’t think Dr. Gabor’s treatment is working. Is he even a real doctor?