The Quiet

Chapter 11

Chapter 11

*Athena's Point of View*

            I had my head down as my eyes grazed over the words that were printed in the book which sat in my hand. I had been released from the hospital a few days ago now and it was the day before Halloween. I was enjoying my time at the library but I was not alone. Nathan sat in front of me with his sketchbook and pencil. He decided to keep me company since I was always alone before he came here. 

           "So what are you going to be for Halloween?" 

           Nathan looked up from his sketchbook and shrugged. "Nothing big and over the top, what about you?" He asked.

           "You will see tomorrow," I replied. His emerald eyes rolled around its socket before going back to the drawing. "What are you drawing?"

           He snapped his head up to look at me again, his eyes filled with panic. "A flower?" His statement ended up sounding more like a question than a real statement. I bookmarked the story and put it down, then stood up. Nathan was quick to sit on the sketchbook so I couldn't get to it.

           "Why can't I look at it?" I questioned. He had always kept his sketches out of my reach and I don't understand why. He is most likely a talented person, there is no reason to hide them. 

           "They are important to me, I don't like having random people see them," the artist snapped harshly. I stood there for a second with shock but understood that it wasn't my business to pry on the situation. I was just a random person to him and that's okay. 

           I was about to say something to him but I realized it was time for me to go home. I turned around, grabbed my things and walked out of the library. I wasn't exactly in the mood to get into any conflicts today. I am not the kind of person to pry on something that won't harm me in the end, I learned to control my curiosity. "Athena!" I heard Nathan yell but I didn't stop walking. I needed to get home for my dinner and pills. It was crucial that I take them in the morning and afternoon, at the same time every day.

           I felt him grab my arm then I had to stop walking. I looked over my shoulder and waited for him to speak, "I'm sorry that I snapped at you, my sketches are just really personal to me." He seemed so regretful and yet he shouldn't be apologizing. 

           "It's fine, sunshine. There is nothing wrong with keeping some things to yourself. I just really need to get home." I rushed. I was already late to dinner but the pills were a must. 

           He nodded, "At least let me walk you home."

           "Okay." Nathan grinned slightly and began to walk next to me. We talked about so many different things and laughed at everything throughout the walk. I placed my foot on the pavemented road to cross the street, there were no cars nearby. Until a navy blue Range Rover stops almost in front of me. The driver was going so fast that the tires screeched against the pavement. I gave them a look and flailed my arms at them, "what the hell, are you blind or something?!" 

           A guy opened his driver's window and smiled evilly at me. He was young, it was easy to see that. He was completely covered in tattoos and piercings, with a completed black outfit. "Oh, I'm sorry, babe. I was so blinded by your beauty." I rolled my eyes and continued walking with Nathan. "Why are you going that way if I'm over here?" The boy teased. 

           "That's why I'm going this way!" I yelled back to him. Nathan looked completely fed up with the odd guy. Out of the blue, he entwined my hand with his.