Another Piece

Chapter 6

 --- A week later ---

I looked around at the boxes in my room, avoiding the chest in the corner. I hadn't looked at it or touched it since I'd read the letter. It all seemed to condemning. 

Wearing a sweatshirt and sweatpants, along with some socks, I looked like what I felt. 

I spoke little, and was only allowed downstairs to eat. There was a bathroom next to my own room. To say that I felt terrible was an extreme understatement.

I sighed in defeat... Curiosity had been eating at me. I wanted to find out more about Grandma... I wanted to know the secrets she'd kept from me and my family. I wanted to know who had taken her life and made a scene out of it. More importantly, I wanted revenge. 

I needed to go back to the library. I needed to know more, and the librarian was the only connection, other than the letter, that I had to Grandma and her death. I was filled with want, and I sat down at my desk. I needed to figure out a plan to get out of the house. 

Today was my mom's last day of work. She was gone for only around five hours, but Dad was gone the whole day. Of course, they'd packed two or three weeks ago. Although it was annoying, it was extremely convenient for me. I smiled as I began to figure out that all I had to do was walk out the door, get to the library within ten minutes, get my information, and get back... The last two within around two hours. 

I nodded, and slung my backpack over my shoulder. I needed to take notes of what I got. 

I walked out the door, and realized how hot it was. I was panting within seconds. 

I sighed, knowing I'd have to tough it up. I leaped up before starting my run. Only then did I realize how out of shape I was. 

Ignoring the searing pain in my arms and legs, I kept running, knowing I had to get the information... For my grandma, at least. 

I recognized each of the buildings I passed, counting down the minutes. I arrived to the library in fifteen minutes... Five minutes off schedule. 

I realized I couldn't go in... Not after what I'd done a few weeks back, especially since camp was still going on. I walked up to the windows, peering through them to see what it looked like inside. The Head Librarian was nowhere to be seen. 

And that's when I felt a hand on my shoulder.

"Gah-" A hand covered my mouth now, too. I bucked in my captors' arms, aggressively going "Mmmm! Hemmmmm!!!" Finally, I had the brilliant idea to bite the attackers' hand. 

"Ow, shit!!" Came the reply I wanted. I threw my head back as the hand came away from my mouth, hitting my captors' head with my own. I heard a groan and heard the sound I imagined was of my captor falling to the ground. 

I spun around, fists up, to see I was in the basement... of the library. Shocked, I looked down to see the Head librarian!

"Oh... Oh my God! I'm so sorry!!!" The librarian groaned again before getting up. I put out my hand and she slapped it away. 

"To think me, the one who single-handedly disarmed an armada of armed guards with nothing but two unsharpened sticks, just got taken down by a middle-schooler!" I stood there in shock, my left hand straight out to the side, unable to move. 

"A-armada? Di-dis- You're the librarian!!! Nothing but!" I said, stuttering slightly. 

The librarian chuckles, heaving herself up with a groan, "My old bones are getting old, deary." She chuckled again, and I felt panic bubbling to the surface. The librarian was beginning to scare me.