Never Fated To Be |✅|

Chapter 2 : Enter, High School

I would've won the first prize in any running race or marathon back then. Scratch that, I've had so much practice in my childhood that even now I can outrun a running local train. And by running practice . . . . you know what I mean, right?

After Simpson . . . well, died; I ran away again. That day, it was snowing heavily. I was too dazed to actually take anything along with me and the already non existent life was sucked out of me again. Curses can be so troublesome.
Sheesh!
When I had left Simpson's house, these scary illusions had started haunting me. Suddenly images of Rick's dead body had entered my brain. Simpson's pretty but bloodied face had floated in front my eyes. The dolls that I had left behind in Simpson's living room had suddenly become too creepy and were dancing around me screaming,
Murderer! It's your fault! You kill others but you won't die.

I remember how I had stopped and screamed at the top of my lungs in the middle of the road, grasping my ears with my bare and shivering palms,
'It's not my fault! I didn't want to kill anyone! I loved both of them! I didn't want them to die! I don't want to kill anyone!'

Nobody understood, nobody knew. I was helpless.
My eyes were bloodshot and I was wearing a black top with a denim jacket and black jeans. If the curse hadn't allowed me to live, I would've died in the cold. And even though I wanted to just lie down on the road and let the snow bury my body, I still found myself running away from everything. From Simpson's house, that neighborhood, that whole part of the city.

I ran and ran until I reached a dead end. But then I realized that it was a huge wall and not a dead end. When I backed up a bit, I perceived that behind the wall, there were huge buildings, at least three or four. They all looked like those administrative buildings found in England- Tall and magnificent surrounded by huge carved pillars. I went around the wall and found a huge metal gate. Surprisingly it was open and let me remind you, it was very early in the morning then. I turned around and saw that there was nothing behind me. Just snow-covered barren paths. Either the huge area with all the buildings in it was probably in the middle of nowhere or it was snowing too heavily for me to see anything around it. And anyway I was too broken to actually have the strength to figure anything out properly. My surroundings were kinda blurry to me. So I decided to just sneak in through the gate in front of me, find a place to hide and stay there for the rest of my days or in other words, until I turned eighty. I'll just find a great hiding with great haste and nobody will find me and thus, nobody will approach me or talk to me.
Right?
Wrong again!

Little did I know that by entering that place, my life was gonna take a huge turn.

But I had made up my mind. Whatever happened, I would act as mean as possible to anyone and everyone. That is if they discovered me in my hideout.
And so I ran in.

I decided to enter the smallest of the buildings in total- a small one story building. But the entrance to this building was locked. I went around it and found that it had these tall glass windows on every wall. And one of the windows was dangling open. I approached it and hauled myself up on the sill. I then suddenly felt the same flicker, that had flickered in me when I had first seen the city, flicker in me again, when I peeked in through the window and inside the huge room. The sun had started to rise then and so a little bit of light streamed in through the open window.

I realized that the room was a huge library with rows of books covering the walls, from top to bottom. There were small tables surrounded by chairs and couches in the middle of the room. There were ladders resting on the shelves covering each wall. Everything was magnificently neat and tidy. It actually resembled one of those elite high school libraries that I had seen in some of the magazines that Simpson had owned. I suddenly remembered,
He wanted me to go to school.