Another Piece

Chapter 4

I stopped writing, putting down my pen slowly. I imagined my eyes were glazed over as I reread what I wrote. 

Whenever I wrote, it always seemed like I was unconsciously writing. I never thought about it, I just spelled out the words on the paper. 

My jaw dropped slightly as I continued to read over the memory. 

Grandma Birgit had been watching, looking over her shoulder...

She had been scared when I got lost and started crying... 

I shook my head, eager to stop my thoughts from continuing onward.  

"Jayden?" I turned to see one of my 'camp mates' standing besides me. 

"Uh... I hear you're moving? Is it true?" It was a boy. His hair was messy and brown, and he had icy blue eyes. 

I shrugged, then nodded. 

"Yeah, I guess." 

"You guess? Well, if I were moving I'd be pretty sure about it!" The boy rudely stated. I scowled at him, turning around once more. 

I felt him grab my shoulder and turn me slightly.

"Hey, look, I'm sorry. I just wanted to ask if I could read what you were writing...?" I scowled, before sighing and shaking my head.

"Sorry, it's sort of personal.." I said, looking at the two pages I'd filled up with my memory. 

The boy sighed and shrugged, looking down at the ground, "B-but..." I looked at him.

"Kid, it's personal. I don't want to share it with anyone, including you." He sighed and walked away without replying. 

I shrugged and returned my gaze to the journal/notebook... Only to see it was gone!

I looked around wildly, my eyes growing as I was consumed by fear. The boy was sitting in a group, kids smiling and laughing... As they read something. 

"No..." I gasped, wanting to tear my heart out. 

In turn, all the children looked at me. 

"Fear? You're Gran was AFRAID? WOW so important! No wonder she's dead, you and her got along so well, probably because you're both so stupid!" And I snapped. I was across the room in .2 seconds, my fists pounding into the childs' face. 

"How dare you insult my Grandma!?" I screamed. 

The boy was motionless underneath me. His eyes were closed and his face was all bloody. 

I stopped in shock at what I'd done. I picked myself up off the ground, which blood was all over.

I looked at my hands in shock, the fear I felt now was different than that of when the children had gotten hold of my notebook.

"What did you do to him!?" One girl yelled, collapsing next to the boy. 

I made an attempt to talk but failed miserably. Tears fell down my face and I couldn't move. I was petrified in my horror. 

The children stopped looking at me, looking at something behind me. I turned around to see the librarian. 

"I-I didn't... He... H-He.." Still, my speech failed me. 

"Jayden. Follow me." The librarian scowled at me, her low voice induced fear. More than that than if she'd have just screamed at me. I did as she said, a cold sweat breaking out on my hands and face. 

She took me outside and I looked up at her. 

"M-M-Miss... he... He made fun of my Grandma!" I begged her. 

She looked at me and sighed.

"I was a friend of your Gran's. I heard what he said. What happened will stay silent... Trust me, Jayden. I'll call your mom and you will go home. You punched the boy but he punched you first, when he walked up to you and stole your journal. Got it?" I nodded, then tilted my head in confusion.

"He never punched me, though." I said to the Head Librarian, and she shook her head, a sly smile on her face. 

"He got you a few times, Jayden. You just have adrenaline pumping in your blood, still. Touch your nose." I did as she asked once more, and felt my nose. I realized there was a stream of blood flowing down my face. 

"Don't I have to go to the hospital?" I asked.

"Yeah, that's why your mom can bring you. I need to clean up after the mess you made." I nodded.

She pulled out a phone, dialing my mother and calling her. I waited by the librarians' side. 

My mom pulled up to the library soon after. Disappointment shone on her face. 

I looked down at the ground as my mom dragged me away without saying a word. 

"Jayden?" I heard the librarian say. I looked back at her.

"Those were some good swings you put in, almost as good as hers." 

And we left, leaving me with yet another hint. 

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Author's Note:

Who is your favorite character so far? 

What do you think the librarian was saying?

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So sorry that these last few chapters have been short!