We are all entitled to be beautiful

Chapter Seven- I knew it!

We both stared at my injury. Blood trickled down my leg. There were bruises around it all black and purple. I wanted to close my eyes, but I couldn't, not in front of him anyway. We both continued to look at it, trying to figure out why it had suddenly started to bleed so much.

"It's infected," he said simply, before dabbing it with ointment from my medical kit.

"Oww! Stop that!" I shouted swatting his arm away. " Anyway, why would it be infected. I washed it thoroughly with water before I wrapped a bandage around it."

"Are you sure?" he said with a questioning look. I don't know why but that annoyed me even more. Did he think I was lying about my own cut, why would I do that?

"Yes, I'm sure!" I said, starting to become a little aggravated.

"Well then, I'm pretty sure you didn't rest for at least two hours before you got the cut." I didn't say anything. I just looked down, he was right of course which irritated me even more. I hadn't immediately washed the cut anyway; I had run through trees, dirt and mud, it was bound to be infected. I looked up to see that he had a smug look on his face," I'm right, aren't I?"

" About what?" I remarked, " You didn't specify, are you right about the fact that it was going to be a full moon tonight or that that the weather was going to be cloudy? Or were you right about the fact that you expected to find a 13-year-old girl who's running away from the law for trying to enjoy literature and who had to stand up for herself in a world where no one else would?" I fought to hold back my tears; I didn't want him to see me cry. A long, deafening silence hung in the air. We just stared at each other. Neither one of us wanting to break eye contact. The wind howled in my ears as the trees swayed from side to side. 

"Yes, "  he whispered before finally looking away from me. 

Who does this guy think he is? Is he deliberately being irritating to get on my nerves?

" If you're deliberately being flippant or just plain annoying than it would be better off for you to leave. If not, you really are a creep for knowing all that."  Once again he was expressionless. I continued, " I don't even know a thing about you and you are claiming that you know that I'm a criminal for reading books,"

" Well, yes," he said. I hadn't realised that he had finished redressing my wound. He got up of the leaf covered floor and began to walk towards some cherry blossom trees. " You asked me how I knew who Robin Hood was, implying that you already knew who Robin Hood was. You immediately understood that I was referring to Robin of Locksley, who steals from the rich and gives to the poor,"

Wow, that made a lot of sense. He was right, again I had been too quick to retaliate, without thinking of what he meant. Which still begs the question: how does he know who Robin Hood is?

" So you do know that I'm running away from the law because of my love for literature, sorry for shouting again," I apologised before quickly adding, " But you still didn't answer my question about how you know who Robin Hood is. I know that it's obvious that I know who he is and how he is a, what you call, a 'justice criminal', but even before the book ban hardly anyone knew who he was because his story was written ages ago,"

I stood up from the ground, determined to find out who this enigmatic stranger was. He already knew too much about me.This conversation had gone on long enough it was night now. If I wasn't going to get a strange answer I was leaving. 

After a moment or two, he walked back over from the trees and sighed. " I know who Robin Hood is because I read books too. You're not the only one lucky enough to be able to read and enjoy literature."

I knew it!

" Plus, I am as you said a justice criminal. By the way, I quite like the name." for once I didn't know what to do, there was another 13-year-old just like me telling me he also read books in an era full of mad people who made it against the law to read literature. My first instinct urged me to run away and not trust him, but then again he already knew too much. Whilst I was thinking, I found whispering, " Knowledge is both a gift and a burden,"

Note to reader:

I know this chapter was quite short and the next one will probably also be short but there's a reason I assure you. I'll try and make up for the short chapters later on, maybe by posting an extra long chapter or two chapters in one day.

Anyway, what do you think, do you agree that 'Knowledge is both a gift and a burden', leave your answers in the comments. This chapter is dedicated to my good friend @Iluvcatz04 because she pushed me to post more regularly. Thanks for that.

I hope you have a great day and are as excited for the next chapter as I am.

Lavender