Scribble is what I do every day. I scribble away, taking notes in class. I scribble down my homework until Im done. I scribble on, and on, until the day is night. As long as its readable I think its fine. They call me a bookworm, a teachers pet, but what they dont know is all I want is to pass the day. Grades and high scores dont bring me any delight, but staying home in my warm bed, that I would like. It was 10 PM and the library was closing. The day had gone, and midnight was closing. There I was in between dusty books, scribbling like always.
"We are locking up dearie," with a raspy tone Mrs. Moore said. The little old lady limped down the lane, placing a stack of books back to their place. "Almost done," Mrs. Moore. I glance at her with a smile, hastily finishing away what was left of todays homework. Tick, tock, the clock was ticking, rushing me to pick up my things and start leaving. As more seconds passed, the further my bed time passed. If I arrived a little later than ten thirty, shell lock me out without questions, without warning. So, scurry I did, out of the library with my things. Into the night, with nothing but books, to slow my pace and wear down my feet.
"To the forest," I thought to myself. "To the path that takes me home." Without minutes to spare. With only a flashlight in front of the woods I stood. Taking the trail that will soon be my doom. But a little girl I was not, soon blooming to a woman until my last day of class. My last high school year had almost pass, and soon to the world I would be thrown to survive. "Why be afraid? Its only night," I told myself, stepping into the path. "Millions of times I have taken this road. Millions of times and nothing has occurred." I sang in my head like a rhyme. But the night was different, the night was dark. Coldest night in the early spring. Colder than ice stuck at the back of my fridge.
Unsettled like a dear without its mother, feeling eyes boring into my skin from hidden watchers. I pulled out my headphone and place them in my head. "A little music would do to lighted the mood." I said. The music played, smoothing nerves, muting closing steps. As I walked the road that lead to my death. With my gaze to the ground I count my steps, not noticing the stranger that walked my way. Like a doe in hunting season I would soon be prey.
Shiny black shoes walked fast, as the stranger crossed my path. In a hurry, he walked passed. Ruddily bumping into me, spilling my books into the grass. Surprised and enraged I protested at the guy. Yelling a, "watch where youre going", As I kneel to pick my stuff. Little I knew of what had already been done. Not noticing the numbness nor the droplets of blood, I carried on like the clueless child I still was.
To the safety of my home I had finally arrived, to fine the house empty like tonights sky. Only a note was taped to the fridge. Sign by my mother and a heart stamp."If you're reading this my dear Lira it means I'm not home yet. I had an emergency call from work and will be late. There is pasta in the fridge if you havent eaten dinner yet. Make sure to check the lock before going to bed. Love Mom." With a soft sigh, I threw away the note, then opened the fridge and took out my food. I heated it in the microwave and headed upstairs, digging in the cheese pasta while dropping my stuff in my room besides my chair.
With a full stomach, it was time to take a shower. To remove the grime from todays passing hours. Into the bathroom I went, striping bare into my lovely skin. Unnoticed to the nicks I had in my neck. Soon I began to tire, as I scrubbed my skin with a sweet-scented soap. A cold shiver ran up my spine, forcing me to turn on the heater till steam filled the bathroom. My skin started to itch, my skin started to shed. Like a butterfly peeling out of her cocoon, I would soon would be free. Turning myself into something I didnt think it would exist.
I felt cold and out of breath, and I finally noticed my shedding skin that started to bleed. A bubble of panic swelled up my stomach, making me hazy, making me dizzy, making me lose my balance. Weakening my body like a man in its last breath. With no strength, not even to move my head. Thats when I knew something was wrong, thats when I blame the stranger that passed me by. A stranger whos shoes I only remember, dark and hollow, like the sleep I would soon enter. Terror invaded my body, as dark spots dance at the edge of my vision, making regret my stupid decision. "If only, if only I had taken the longer route. If only I wasnt stupid enough, I wouldnt be hurtling to my doom."
Darkness covered me in its cold grasp, holding me until the morning had passed. Light shined through the window on the wall, and there I was bare, like the morning I was born. My bones ached as if they had been crush, and the coldness that had swept my body was gone. I pushed myself up, out of the tub with great effort. With shaking hands, I warped a towel around my frame, and to the mirror is where I went. I saw a young woman similar to myself. With a skin paler than a beluga whale, and eyes as violet as catmint flowers. "Is that me?" I thought to myself, curiously moving while my ghostly reflection followed. Making a hole in my stomach, making me feel hollow.
"What had happened? What had change? What had turned me into what I look today?" I thought, troubled because of what I saw. The doorbell rang dragging me away from my thoughts."I have to dress. I have to see, whos waiting on the door for me." With that I turned off the shower, who had been running for so many hours. I dressed in a hurry as the doorbell rang, making me feel antsy to see who stood behind the wooden door. Whose fingers wouldn't stop releasing the ding dongs through the hall. My feet carried me down in light fast step, without losing my breath, without breaking a sweat. With hands itching to open the door, with fingers eager to turn down that nub.
Not waiting a second, not wasting a breath, I open the door so my curiosity would end. And there they were, those shiny black shoes. Attached to the stranger that I had cursed to my last breath. A stranger whos face I had not seen, a voice that my ears hadnt heard, and steps quieter than a souls voice. A hand as pale as mine, was stretched inviting me to come. With eyes as orange as fire, who stared with so much passion, so much desire. An angelic face to hide those pointy teeth, that led to my death or to a new beginning. And with a deep velvet voice he said, " lets go my love. Its time to set you free. To start a new life, a new name, and live in a home with me."
