I looked down the many isles of books and saw a small figure bundled at the back of the library. Her chocolate brown hair sat around her small frame. Her arms had holy braclets going half way up her forearms. Her blazer was bundled at her elbows and her green tartan skirt came just over her knees.
Her face was hidden in her skirt and her arms cradled her knees to her chest.
I tripped over a random book causing the girl to look up. Her peircing blue, almost grey eyes surveyed me. Her skin looked almost a pastly white and her cheeks and nose was dotted with freckles.
I walked over to her. The fear in her eyes almost made me want to freeze.
"You look terrified." I said.
"I am."
"Of what exactly?"I asked quietly.
"Of life."
"But arn't we all?" I countered.
"No some are just narrow sighted. The rest are truly terrified."She stood up and walked away with her hands in her blazer pockets.
YOU ARE READING
The Girl At The Back Of The Library
Short Story"What you will come to learn about me is I'm a deeply depressed soul. Locked away, being reserved for the devil himself to take the chains, wrap them around my throat and suffocate every bit of humanity out of me. Then and only then will people unde...
