Lizzy stood wonderingly in a quiet hall of the huge library. The enormous spiral shaped book shelves, stacked with classic novels from top to bottom and left to right, surrounded her and made her feel safe. There was a calm hush all around her. Not even a rustle of a book page. She walked towards the stairs with a spring in her footstep, tapping random books on the way. As she read the blurbs of a certain book that caught her eye, the smell of the untouched book rushed into her lungs causing her to breathe deeply but this time it was not the novel's soothing smell that tingled her senses but the reek of a certain muddy attire. As she turned around, she saw a girl.
She could not be much older than Lizzy herself but the deep darkness of her eyes and the frown on her straight face made Lizzy wonder what had happened to the young girl to make her loose the grip of childish innocence at such a young age. The casual clothes of the girl would have passed her into any crowd had it not been for the massive splodge of mud on her frontal attire which not only gave away her presence from a kilometre away - to someone with a strong nose - but also gave her the look of woman on a mission.
Without any warning, the girl lunged for her.
She tackled her to the ground and held her arms and legs tight so she could not move. Then, she invited her older brother.
He unzipped his pants, grinning mischievously as he did so, and leaned over on Lizzy. He rubbed himself over her while laughing childishly at the prank.
She could feel the liquid on her and grimaced at the disgusting feeling of the motion while fighting him off. She kicked him and kicked him while trying to yank her arms off of the tight grip of the sister. But no luck. The pain overcame her. She fainted.
"I'm sorry, honey, but no one would have had a child with him; if not by force." was the only farewell message by the sudden intruder, before she grabbed the hand of her brother and fled.
They were sprinkling water on her face when she woke up. They frowned upon her and asked her questions. Millions of questions. She looked down to find herself naked in front of a crowd of people encircling her like she was a circus freak that they had paid to see. Her cheeks flushed deep red. Tears pricked her eyes. She ran from the library.
The sky was rumbling with thunderstorms and the clouds tore. The pouring water mingled with her tears to hide her shame from the rest of the world. Lizzy grabbed hold of the first cloth she could find hanging on a balcony and wandered aimlessly across the streets.
She understood that he was disabled and the girl loved her brother, but it was no way to show her love by making him rape another woman. A fellow woman! The skies dried up as did her tears and were replaced by a fire brighter than sunlight and more dangerous than the lava from an erupting volcano. She had never felt this angry in her whole life. She was going to hunt down that woman.
A few weeks later, Lizzy - or Elizabeth - walked down the suburbs of the long sought city. Amongst the tiny mud and straw huts was one made of hardwood. She barged through the door without knocking and found her culprit sitting there with terror in her eyes at the sight of the new intruder. The fury in Elizabeth's eyes made her tremble with fear. She joined her hands and pleaded for life with tears in her eyes but Elizabeth had had enough. She took out the sickle tucked in her pants against her back and slashed it across her throat.
She searched the house frantically; ripping off curtains, breaking doors and hammering on the walls until she found a hollow wall. She ripped off the concrete and the paint like it was a sheet of paper and found herself encountered with her rapist.
He sat in a baby pram too small for his size and suckled on a pacifier. His childish grin widened at the sight of his long lost friend. She stared at him with a similar fury in her eyes but this time there was more sunlight than lava. She looked around the floor littered with toys and wondered if it was actually worth it. He probably did not even know what rape was let alone have any intentions of purposefully doing it to her. But she had been wronged nevertheless. Her culprit, however, lay dead on the other side of this wall. She stared at the dead body through the hole she had burrowed. His gaze followed hers.
At the sight of his only sister's dead body, the child cried loudly and hurried to her corpse. Holding her hand, he whimpered frantically and burrowed his face in her chest. He let out a loud wail and fainted at the horror of losing his only companion on this earth. Elizabeth felt that she had punished him enough. She exited the hut, never to return.