Haunted by past Family mistakes

Chapter 3: The kid and the library

The table moved because of the jump and the bottle of water fell on Serbia, wetting his clothes <<Oh come on! Not today.>> He screamed in frustration watching the rest of the water fall on the ground. Luckily he's always alone in his house. It would have been so embarrassing for him if it happened in front of anyone, even in front of a close friend. After a few seconds of just staring at the wet pastel blue shirt and the brown pants, he ran back to his room.

He slammed the door and rushed in. <<What do I wear... What do I wear...>> He kept mumbling while opening the closet. <<This is for important festivities... This is for winter... This one was of my grandfather... Wait, what is even this doing here?>> He scattered the clothes all around the room while searching for some that could work. In the end he found a simple white shirt and denim shorts <<They can do their job, I guess.>> He turned back and noticed the mess he made in those few minutes. Different pieces of clothing scattered all over the room <<Dammit.>> He put the shirt and shorts on the desk and started picking up the other clothes. Some of the clothes were missing their pair and he had to find them <<This pants goes with this shirt, right? Yeah, I think it does... Here's the other sock... My winter old beret, I forgot I still had it.>> He put everything back into his closet. After finishing he changed into new clothes. He looked at himself in the mirror. Hey, I look cool! He thought. He then went back to the kitchen to clean the mess he did. Drying the chair and the floor, putting away the tablecloth and washed the dishes before putting them in place. He was now ready to go!

He disguised before going to the door. He looked outside, the sky was still cloudy and the clouds were getting grayer. Damn. Things aren't looking good. He realized it was better to get the umbrella in case it started raining again, so he took it and he started walking to the library.

There's actually a library in Novi Beograd, and It's actually pretty close to the Palace, so Serbia could've just walked there. It's not gonna take too long. Just get there, get what you need and get out. He ordered himself. Not many people were walking on those streets, after all, the sky wasn't giving a good sign. A few cars were passing, most of them were black, some were red too. It was weird, kind of scary. Almost like in those American thriller movies or generally dark movies with dark endings, meanings and atmospheres. Movies that makes you wonder what's next.

It was afternoon, almost 3PM, but it didn't look like a summer afternoon. Everything was darker and grayish, almost like an early evening in the beginning of spring. The citizens didn't look as happy as the day before. Climate can really affect your emotions, I guess. He joked with a smile on his face. He kept walking on the sidewalk, until he heard a rustle behind him. He turned back, to see what it was. It was a kid, probably 6 or 7 years of age, coming towards him. He was wearing light brown shorts and a blue hoodie. The child stared at him with his big blue eyes. <<Hello kiddo.>> Serbia lowered towards the little boy. He didn't have time to ask where his parents were because he heard a voice calling the child <<Zoran!>> The mother hugged his kid <<Why did you run away?>> She asked. She looked really worried <<There was a weird woman, mom. I was curious.>> Both Serbia and the mother looked at him confused <<And where is this woman now?>> The mother looked around <<She was behind that man but she's gone, I swear.>> He pointed at Serbia. Someone behind me? Serbia thought. Was the child telling the truth? Was it him that caused the rustle or was it the woman he was talking about? And if she was real, who was that woman? The mother and her son were saying stuff about the event, but Serbia was too distracted to listen to them. Why are humans so weird when I interact with them? He asked himself. Or maybe something weird is interacting with everyone. He looked at this right. There was a dark alley, which seemed to have no destination. The wind was pushing fron there. Serbia kept looking at it for some time, like if something was there, even if there wasn't anything. Just black between two walls. At least it's what he thought.