Chapter 6
My fingers ran over the spines of each book, I tried my best to look for something that would help with my inability to read Shakespeare. But my mind was still glued to everything that has happened. I still didn’t understand it. I still didn’t get why I was hearing things, seeing things, and... doing things.
I shook my head. I knew I couldn’t tell myself it was nothing, yet what was I to do? It’s not like I can ask someone what was wrong with me, without being sent to an asylum! For all I knew I was being haunted! Now that’s crazy...
My finger stopped against a spine of a book. Dropping my hand, I took a breath. Maybe I was...what if I am!? The least I could do was check, right?
Quickly and of course quietly I made my over to the...well I didn’t where exactly to start, so I decided to head for the mystery section. There was nothing but titles of non-fiction stories, and useless facts. Frustrated I left the aisle and made a thoughtless turn towards the science fiction section. My eyes scanned the shelves. Anything with the title that read “ghost” or “haunted” is what I was hoping to find.
Then within seconds I found something, “Stories of the Haunted”. I wasn’t exactly sure if this would help, but if anything maybe these “stories” could say something.
I took the book towards a table and slammed in the seat. My heart was racing, what if I was haunted? Or worse, what if I wasn’t...what would I be then? What would I do?
Flipping the cover open, I traced the words written in the content. My eyes then fell on a sub-title “Voices”. Quickly I read the story. It was about a woman who heard voices in her head for more than three years. They called out to her and asked her to do things. You know the basics of a haunting story. Yet at the end, she found out they weren’t ghost at all. Instead they were demons; she even believed the voices were from the devil.
“Hey!” I jumped from my seat as I looked up.
Lifting my eyes from my page I gazed in front of me. “Jesse...” I grumbled.
“What are you reading there?” He asked.
I shut the book closed and flipped it, hiding the cover.
“What are you doing here?!” I huffed.
He lifted his wrist to his face. “It’s 2:45. School’s out, I came to study.”
“Well go study!”
“I would, but you were here.”
I stared at him.
“So I didn’t catch your name...”
“I never threw it.”
He smiled. “Well then grumps, what are you up to?”
“Grumps...?”
Laughing he said. “I’m forced to call you that if I don’t get your n-”
“Lucia,” I grumbled.
“Oh, so grumpy does have a name!”
Rolling my eyes I began to get up.
“Look, I don’t understand why you’re being like this.”
I whipped my head around to face him. “I never wanted to talk to you, I don’t want to talk to you and I don’t think I ever will...”
His shoulders slumped.
“Look, I’m busy okay, so go do your studying...”
As I began to walk I heard footsteps behind me. Was he following me?
Slowly I made my way back to the aisle where I found my book, but I still felt someone behind me.
“Stop following me Jesse...” I whispered.
Yet the footsteps still came.
“Stop...”
I slowed to almost a halt.
“Lucia...”
“STOP!!” I yelled feeling my hair burn.
I turned around finding nothing but stares from people afar. Jesse was still at the table, sitting.
Swallowing my anger I quickly sprinted away, as I ran my fingers through my hair trying to conceal the red.
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Lucia - Satan's Daughter (COMPLETED)
FantasyLucifer was the fallen angel, Jesus was hope. But what happens when Lucifer's powers had skip generations and generations until...Lucia. Will she be condemed with her father in Hell? Or will a human boy, a boy with no powers, with no chance to stand...