I covered my ears which were about to bleed due to the loud noise. I took a peek on the Red Dude who was still on top of the library. Amazingly, Mrs. Meismer’s shout didn’t really affect him. He just stood there, watching the scene.
“Mrs. Esther!” I shouted through the shouting, “STOP!”
But she didn’t. She just replied me with a louder more high pitch shout. I walked slowly to where Mrs. Esther was, I didn’t want my bag and all my books and notebooks wet. Walking was hard, while covering your ears and couldn’t see quite well. It took some mud and more rain until I actually took shelter near Mrs. Esther, who was just near the door. The good thing: no more rain and mud; the bad thing, and I mean really BAD: the shout was louder and the high pitch was already making my ear bleed, literally.
“PLEASE STOP! WHY ARE YOU LIKE THIS?!” I shouted.
And she did. She looked at me, smiled that creepy cold grin once again and said,
“Well of course dear, because I love the library.” with a sadist tone.
“I don’t ge—” I didn’t finish.
I was hit by something hard (pipe or a stone or a brick or even worse, a hard bound Science/Mathematics book) right to my face and I was blown back to the muddy ground and under the rain. I landed race first and felt my nose broke. The rocky ground scraped and scratched me everywhere. I almost blacked out. But I didn’t. I wobbled up, trying to sit.
The needlelike rain piercing my face and flowing across my hair down to my whole body, added with the cold wind blowing strongly, and the muddy ground woke me up. I looked at Mrs. Esther who was posed quite weirdly with her left arm raised high to the air. And then I noticed. That hard thing wasn’t a pipe or a stone or a brick or even a hard bound Science/Mathematics book. It was her hand. MRS. ESTHER’S HAND.
“Y-y-you u-u-us-used yo-you-your h-ha-hand?!” I exclaimed.
She jumped VERY HIGH. Up she goes through the strong rain and landed on my abdomen. She pinned me down and shoved her left hand to my neck, clumping it in her wrinkled fingers. Firmly and forcibly tight, I was being choked. I couldn’t breathe, tried to gasp for breath but my efforts were futile. Her face turned dark as the shadows of the library covered her face, showing only her white evil grin and her bloodshot red eyes with a little glint from her glasses. While grinning, she lowered her wrinkled old face down to mine, just a few millimeters away. I thought she would kiss me under the rain, that romantic part that usually happens in romance books and love stories, so I kept on looking away avoiding looking at her eyes and her evil grin.
“Of course,” She started.
“M-mrs. E-es-est-esther,” I managed a slow mumbling whisper. “I c-ca-can’t b-b-br-breathe.”
“Children should always respect their elderly women with a kiss on her hand.” She finished, leaning back and slapping my face with her right hand.
That slap hurt. I didn’t experience any slapping before but for sure that slap would be the strongest and most hurtful slap I’d ever receive in my whole life. She stood up and walked back to the library door, took a peek and laughed that sadist laugh once more.
“I’ll change darling.” She chuckled. “Don’t you leave, I’ll come back for dessert.”
On the other hand, I was still on the ground whining in pain, gasping for air and coughing as soon as she left. I spat some blood from my mouth while my lip was bleeding. And yes, my hands were tremendously sweating. You ask how I could tell with all the rain; I could feel all my hand sweat glands open due to that nervousness and scary moment. I couldn’t even feel my numb fingers due to the cold rain and the icy wind. And the mud was all over me. The rain got stronger and was turning worse. I couldn’t really move much but I tried my best crawling to the library. I crawled and crawled and crawled, even to the point of almost eating mud when using my head just to move forward. A few minutes of crawling past, I finally reached the steps of the library. I went up a few steps and rested, gasping as much air as possible but my neck still hurt. While stretching my neck back, I took a peek to the Red Dude but he wasn’t there anymore. He just got lost in the darkness. And that startled me and kept me wondering until Mrs. Esther shouted something inside the library, ranting about something. I was about to run away and ask for help but I thought I couldn’t leave Mrs. Esther like this. When I felt okay already, I walked up the stairs to take a peek and regretted everything. I saw a side of Mrs. Esther that no one, I repeat no one, in the whole town would ever want to see.
A/N: so... okay. this is short? Yeah, it is. Maybe because i dont have time and im busy plus procastinating... Sorry :( but i made sure i always put awesome in these scenes... as you read, i like action fighting scenes which i really expound ... BUT be ready with my love stories coming soon (for people that actually helped me, thanks! @worldclasspinay and @whatheff)~ sorry especially to the readers that only actually read this :/ imma try my best but maybe not tomorrow, it's a special day after all ;) I'll do better next time, and learn more writing skills and the like~ til next time
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Zodiac Chronicle
Teen FictionA high school boy living in C. Starville Town, Richard 'Indy' Villanueva is living the most normal -- not to mention boring and wimpy -- life anyone could ever have. You know the same old normal high school life where you fight off bullies, listen t...
