Becoming Mortal

Tears and Errands

(6) February 28, 1803
•6:01PM•
~Scarlett~

I did not waste any time, I ran as fast as I could home. He was still around me. I can feel it. My heart began slamming against my ribs which made me want to slow down, but I know if I did, he will catch me in an instant. I held the books and papers tightly to my chest and tried to speed up. He can't get me. Not when I have all this information in my hand. He will surely kill me if he finds out. Hopefully he did not see what I was doing.

I was so lost in my thoughts, I didn't see that I had ran all the way to the front of the Manson. I ran straight to the door and fumbled with the knob. I turned around to see if he had caught up and he did. Not even an inch from my face, two blood red eyes starred into my own. All the air in my lungs were lost in a split second.

"Hello there." he spoke with a dark, raspy voice.

The door suddenly opened behind me and I fell back. I looked up in shock and saw Ezra.

"What are you doing out here?" he asked while looking around then resting his eyes back on my own.

I quickly composed myself and stood up while struggling to gather and stack the loose papers. "I..uh..was just coming back from the Tabitha's and the library. Why do you ask?" I said trying to keep my voice at bay.

"Oh. Well umm. Mother wants you to hurry to bed. She told me to tell you once you came home. She has not been in the best mood lately." he said.

Something was off.

I wondered if he could see Carter so I took a quick glance behind me but saw nothing. I looked back at Ezra and it looked like he was holding his breath. I hesitantly put my hand on his shoulder and shook him. He looked at me and his eyes widened.

"Get away from me!" he yelled.

I snatched my hand back and starred at him in shock and curiosity.

"Ezra! It is me! What is going on?" I yelled over the loud thumps of his clumsy body hitting the wooden floors in the entrance of the house.
I went to reach for him once more but he covered his face.

I froze on the spot when I saw him flinch. My eyes began to water and I took slow steps back. When he looked up, however, it looked like he had no idea what had just happened.

"Scarlett? Why am I on the ground? it is filthy down here?" he asked while wiping his hands on his slacks. When he hear no answer from me, he looked up and saw my tears. He shot up off the floor and ran to me. I took a step back. He stopped and looked at me questioningly. "Scarlett? What is wrong?" he said with worry.

I looked at him, wiped my tears and told him maybe I was just over reacting and needed to sleep.
He had told me to go and he would check on me later, and that is when I took the chance to run to my room.

I dashed through my door and slammed it shut. "What just happened?" was my first thought.

I took a quick glance around my room and checked to see if the windows were shut and covered before I set the books and papers in my secret hiding spot.

When I was a child, I used to be so mischievous, I would run everywhere I went, and break a few thinks here and there, but all the damage happened in my room. I would play with my brothers ,and we would get so carried away we would throw things and stomp on the ground to annoy out parents who were always downstairs with house meetings.
The stomping was a good thing and a bad thing. Bad thing because we would all be forced with more chores to do, and Good because it gave us, more me, a place to hide our most special belonging.. A loosened floorboard under my bed. I always kept my notes and my diary hidden beneath it.