Mr. Linden's Library

Story Part 9

Tor began running in a sprint. He turned around and zoomed through the door, leaving the old woman, completely frozen with anxiety. When Tor made his way outside he felt the cold air as he ran through the park. He quickly ran out of breath as he sprinted home. When he finally arrived home he immediately went up to his room. We threw his bag down on the ground with force. He dashed over to the window and looked through to the other house. On the other side the window was closed. He sprinted back down the stairs and through the kitchen to the front door. He ran outside and closed the door forcefully with a bang. He sprinted over to his neighbors house and looked for the rusty truck that normally sat in the drive. It was gone, so he continued to make his way toward the door. He banged on the the door and waited for an answer, but there was nothing except birds in the harsh spring winds. When no one opened the door he entered to house uninvited. He ran up the stairs and looked through all the rooms. When he finally arrived at Ebony's he opened the door slowly and looked through a small opening. He saw her on her bed peacefully laying there." Arthur sniveled as he recounted the story. "Tor walked over to the lifeless body," Arthur sobbed. "He moved Ebony's beautiful black hair out of her eyes, and looked down at the book she had pulled off the shelf no more than an hour earlier. She was already on page 32. He gazed at the green vines crawling out of the pages of the book. Tears burned Tor's face as he looked at the girl he wrote seven pages about. He remembered all of the beautiful descriptions he had written. Was hated himself for not sitting next to her sooner. His throat tightened up as loud sobs left his tortured body. His gut dropped to the pit of his stomach." I began to cry as Arthur gave the description of the horror. I looked down and noticed my hands were trembling. Tear after tear burned my red cheeks, but Arthur continued, "When Tor realized she wasn't going to wake up he slowly turned around and found the destroyed paper folder that had her many wonderful stories. He picked it up and carried it as he shoved his body down the dirty stairs. When he arrived home he closed the door quietly as if he had just been defeated by his biggest monster. He made a long painful trek up to his room and lied down on his bed and sobbed. He fell asleep before he was awoken by the yelling sirens and flashing lights of emergency vehicles. He wobbled over to the window and forcefully closed it, an inch was left open as the pain flooded his memory once again, he looked through his window as they pulled her lifeless body from the house that brought her horrors. His mom came in with a dreadful look on her face she saw the steady river of tears falling from his already destroyed face. She walked over to him slowly and pushed him onto the bed and just held him with a loving touch. She kissed his forehead as he slowly fell apart piece by piece." Arthur concluded. He got up from his chair and put his now empty cup of tea in the sink. We all dared not talk. The rest of us got up and followed. Azalea came over to me, we both grabbed our bags and pushed them on our backs. We walked home in silence.