This was my first attempt at a timed exercise. It was written in 15 minutes, then I went back and corrected the (horrifically bad .o) spelling. Based on a very odd dream.

"Onee-chan!" He cries in delight. His face lights up in inexplicable joy at seeing me. "Look! Look!" He points to a glass showcase of figurines. I nod my head and smile slowly, impatient to be gone already. But he continues to point out the different figurines and ramble on. My patience shortens, but I still say nothing; not out of discipline or kindness, but because I can't do anything. I have no voice, nothing to make me heard.
The room is so dark, with the old dusty books stacked on the multitude of bookcases. For some reason the bookcase glows softly. It doesn't give off light, or illuminate anything, but it makes things seeable. Not like there's light shining on them, but as though they're there. I can't explain it.
It feels cold, and there's a little knot of fear nudging my stomach. The desire to run, to hide, to curl up under the nearest bed and shut my eyes to the world.
The child doesn't notice, he seems so happy that I'm here. The strange little smile is still on my face.

A door, to my right. I don't remember it before, but I feel impatience to enter it. I don't mind being here, but I want to go there, beyond that door even more. I don't question why, I don't know why I also want to disappear and get lost behind these bookshelves. To lock out everyone and everything and disappear. Safety? I don't know, the feeling I feel has no excuse, no reason. Abruptly the boy stops babbling about the glass and the figurines. "Onii-sama!" He cries in childish glee.

For a moment I wonder where the man came from. I saw or heard nothing, even though my eyes where wandering all around the small corner of where we where situated in the back library? That doesn't seem the right word for this place; libraries are bright, sometimes sleepy and serene areas, quiet because of courtesy for those concentrating. This place has a different silence, as though there's a fear of noise.. As though noise will call unwanted attention. Suddenly I wish the boy with the bright smile and cute face would shut up. That the older man would cover the his mouth and take him away, and let me go.

The man glares blankly at me, if you can do that. Under his eyes I feel like I should feel small and insignificant. His eyes are of those of one used to getting what they want with no questions asked. Instead, self- righteous indignity flares up, and I glare back at him haughtily. I spit my tongue out at him.

He smirks, and is almost knocked down as the smaller boy barrels into his legs. A mad flash of black and orange. "Onii-sama!" He cries again in joy, his brother looks down at him in semi-embarrassment. "Hello----" The name is lost on me. He turns back to look at me as though to say, "What do you want?"
"Nothing." I want to say, but my vocal cords aren't cooperating, and opening my mouth at this stage feels uncomfortable and alien, so it stays closed. I stride past them and open the door without another look back.