The story forgotten to tell

Escape

He is dead. The End.

After flipping the last page, I closed the book and checked my eyes, were there any symptoms of crying? I thought that I was going to build a well under my eye sockets when I went through the other people reviews about this book in the front page beforehand the story got read. But it happened nothing like that, my eyes were just tired of constant focusing, not even a single drop of tears was there as per my expectation. I knew am not a girl who simply cries over simply made-up fiction. I usually read legends autobiographies, which was partly filled with repeated inspirational quotes. I always wish I too want to be ended like one among them, which was infinite impossibility of my reality. In the end, I don't know how to drag my school day time without any books so with no choice left I chosen this book and it was the first book I read under romance which ultimately made no impact on me. I maybe not exactly a fan of die-hard-romance stories, but still I highly doubt that was am that much cold-hearted? Is not a romance book is a girly thing? May be my emotional intact was in out of order.

Tringgggggggg!

This school ring bell gave me a siren-effect, immediately am snapped out of the slow formation of my sleep which was certainly due to heavy accumulation of appetite in my stomach. It seems I was too much worried about my not-crying status in which I missed the first warning bell. Am having only about ten minutes left for the afternoon section classes had to be started. I hurriedly drank the remaining water, shifted my attention to the table, at time like this I nearly wished I want extra hands because all my things was scattered on the table. The table looked like it was displayed for some exhibition or likely all my things are kept under sale. I quickly grabbed everything from the table and dumped in my bag making it to appear like a punching bag. Suddenly the chatter noise of the cafeteria stopped and filled with hushed voices in exchanges. These people always exaggerate simple things, and I became one among them because all my hurry-burry were now replaced by curiosity. What was the cause of sudden change of environment? Does someone break-through here? But it could not be because our canteen doors were always left wide open, there was no necessary to break-in at all.

"It's him."

"He looks still the same."

With too many whispers around, I could not get what was going on. But someone's behind my table aided me to a conclusion by loud-whisper-saying.

He is back.

Huh! Who is back? I tilted my head, just to catch the glimpse of the person who was highlighted under spot light in a quick move which in turned out be a wrong move. Immediately I recognized who he is and who he is going to me. Hastily I grabbed the book that was lying on my table and ducked my head behind it. The book which I felt as useless few seconds ago now becomes the sole rescuer in this life saving moment.

"Shaly, are you thinking covering your face with the book will also hide the presence of our wolf's scent too. "

"Ah"

Being the werewolf is the one could not avoid the mocking voice of our wolf whenever we were totally dumb. What should I do now? My heart was already beating crazily; definitely it was composing its own terrible tribal dance movements in the rib cage.

This is not fair. Out of all people in our living creatures, No, I meant recent read said, that werewolf can be mated to other living community, so it had should be out of all heat-beating things in this universe, Oh Moon Goddess! Why me? He is evil. It has to be evil should be mated to evil. Wait, oh no, this means am I too evil?

I tried to recall all the latest events, I know I must not use to keep the books in wrong lot in library and hid those, for the sake of not others to spoil my books-wonderland. I should have always obeyed my parents and would not have broken my crew free. I should not have scared my baby sister by telling her ghost stories at midnight.

"Oh yeah Shaly! Since, you are selfish, disobedient, mean, etc... Now the karma chosen its moments to bite us back"

My heart was already beating crazily; it was composing its own terrible tribal dance movements in the rib cage but I don't expect this mistake will turn out be my graveyard mistake ever. What should I do now? My brain was wandering uselessly. Okay I agree mostly I used my brain in very less amount, but in this life daring situation one has to use their brain, it is a universal law. So I calmed myself and concentrated on what my mini brain was racking,

After few minutes, I craned my head to check whether he was still there. But the coast is clear, not to waste this golden fortuitous, in my peripheral vision I self-calculated the distance between the exit and the spot where am standing now. It was merely thirty steps away, within few minutes I could able reach my safety. So I prepared myself to put down my courage in action

I held the drearily book in upward position in a manner to hide my face and began my slow pace by walking sideways and counting my each steps.

One. Breath. Two. Breath..... Good, keep doing this aerobic.

People around me might probably think that i must have reached the extremity of insane, because am moving like a Donald duck now. Hey this is the improved version of cat walk called as crab walk, get used to it.

I am almost out, only three steps were remaining.

I aimed for next step. Unexpectedly the book was gone from my tight held. This was not because of my sweaty hands or by my careless. The force which removed my book from my hands was equal to the force I given to keep the book in hold meanwhile Newton's third law was working at perfect timing and thus I lost my balance and fell to the ground. Ah? it seems like gravity likes me too much. I was stuck between the tables. I tried to pull me up by pressing my hands on the floor but in turn it made a good contact with my leftover food that was lying on the floor and made me to fell back again. First time in my life I regret for not keeping my manners and dirtying the place for granted. Sure, this moment was going to be featured on my top embracing moments of life. I lifted my gaze to see the person who is too much interested to my unveil cover. I was straightly staring at brown eyes and it was getting too intense with every tick of seconds. He was seeing me like as if am a runaway model from the red carpet and giving a pose at the sandy beach, but his curved smile saying another story of jerry getting caught by tom. I can virtually see his wrath was radiating from him at unknown frequency, once the tall figure which standing before made a slight movement I realized am going to get trapped. Oh no! He was going to choke me to death. So not even giving my time to check his other features, I quickly composed myself with the help of nearby support of the table, jumped to my feet but not without hitting my head in process with a thud and running away like a mad woman unconcerned of where am heading. Turning mad woman was not an out of choice for me, it happens quite often. I usually used to do whenever I hit my sister I runaway to my secret divine place and the searching squad which includes only my dad and mom would be trailing behind me. But this was not my home, there was no secret divine place waiting for me.

Only one thing was in my mind right now that am hoping not to cry in real.

A/N : This is my first story, so it can be subjected to many mistakes. Does the story worth to be continued?