Nerea' s Point Of View
An arrow whizzed past my left cheek and I felt my own blood just a tiny drop fly before my face and I was hit with just a tiny pang of pain.
I tried to close my eyes as my head felt light and tears stung my eyes again and again making me to blink against the angry shower from the sky.
My feet dug into the wet Earth as I tried to escape from whatever was chasing me, but it seems that the more I try to run faster it felt I wasn't even running and it felt like I was wasting my time.
I could hear horse hooves behind me and once in a while a horse neighed making my heart hammered.
They were closed now I could smell them it was just a little distance between us and again I would probably die the third time.
My gown was torn already and I kept tasting my own blood on my lips, the moon had hidden behind the clouds and made the wood so dark that I could barely find my way.
But I kept running the will to survive kept on pushing me I could hear the rushing of water and I knew that I was soon at the cliff.
I could hardly swim I had never taught myself how to how was I going to survive how was I going to escape from them. At intervals I had glanced behind me hoping to see those who were chasing me but what I met was darkness.
My hair was dancing before me like a dirty curtain and my heart tightened making it difficult for me to breathe.
Just like the saying goes I knew that there was light at the end of the tunnel or rather a cliff before me
I ran only to be stopped forcefully,I almost fell down the cliff,the waterfall by my left made fear claw at my heart,my bare feet pushed down little stones as I tried to hold myself from falling off.
The moon has finally struggles to shine and slowly I turned around and there he was the Angel Of Death or maybe the Grim Reaper.
Not again this can't be happening he watched me with dark fiery eyes and he jumped down from the dark horse and approached me.
" Please,don't kill me." I beg my voice barely above whisper."I will do whatever you asked of me but please don't take my life the third time."
But he said nothing to me I couldn't even raise my head to look into his eyes, I was shivering from the cold and fear combined.
" *Donum do tibi mortem*." It said in a grave voice and I watched helpless as ever as he brought out a sword and even before I could blink it slashed it across my chest.
" Noooo." I yelled and immediately I lifted my head up, my chest heaving I was bathed in my own sweat and I look around my surrounding and heaved a sign of relief.
" Oh my goodness." I gasped looking around the library and at my scattered books on the table." Not again I have been dreaming." I said to myself as I hurriedly pushed my books into my bag and picked up the ones I had borrowed.
I tried to stand up and slumped back on my chair I was feeling so weak and numb that I could barely lift a finger. Tears tried to stung with my eyes again but I pushed them back.
I should have known that after dreaming I was going to feel so weak and drained my chest were heaving and my breath hitched on my throat as if someone was sucking my breath away.
I tried to reach for my phone on the table before me but my fingers weren't moving my eyes began to spin in my head and it felt I was going to die.
I have never told anyone about this, I hardly dream and whenever those dreams comes maybe twice or three times in a month I was bound to wake up feeling so drained.
" Some- someone please help me." I croaked my fingers struggling to reach for my phone I needed to call someone but I just couldn't.
I could see that the library was empty now and I guess I was the only one remaining.
The librarian yes I had to call her, she was the only one that would help me at this moment.
Suddenly my knees buckled and I fell to the ground I was trying to pull my bag down,it would definitely attract attention and bring help to me.
"Miss are you okay?"I heard a voice said and my eyes went up to see the librarian staring down at me in a funny way ." Did you fall asleep on the floor?" She asked her lips twitching up as if she wanted to laugh.
"What!"I heard myself saying I was speaking freely without holding my breath." It's gone." I said in a whisper.
"I don't understand?"the librarian said amusement dancing in her eyes.
I quickly jumped to my feet dusting my clothes and looking around sheepishly and embarrassed.
"I hit my cheeks on the table and fell down." I lied and I almost slapped myself because I know that the lie wasn't worth it, it was obvious I was lying and it sounded so funny.
The librarian pushed her glasses up of the bridge of her nose.
"You hit your cheeks?" She asked looking at me in a very funny way and I wanted to hide there was no need telling her what I had experienced because she wasn't going to believe me. She might even think I was going crazy and I really don't have the strength to sit before the college therapist.
It sucks really.
"I think I will just pack up and leave."I said packing my things up glancing behind me once in a while and she was still standing there staring at me.
"That is not yours."she pointed to a book with brown leather.
" Ye- yes, that's true." I stuttered." Should I return it?"I asked stupidly but she said nothing to me and with slow steps filled with shame I walked to the shelf where I had gotten it out a while ago standing on my toes I reached over and try to placing it in between the books.
But I was petite and my hands could barely reach the top,I groaned inwardly and tried again.
After several attempts I final put the book in place ,squeezing it through
" See, I have returned the book." I said dusting my hands and I cast a hateful glance at the librarian.
If only she knows that I am the daughter of late popular billionaire Paul Keningson she wouldn't be staring at me like an orphaned rabbit.
I wanted to reach out and tell it into her ears .
" Whatever." I muttered.
"Are you sure you placed the books very well." She asked her hands still folded on her chest.
" Yes,I did you can ...."but I didn't even complete my sentence when I heard the shelf groan and slowly I looked up ,my eyes bulging ,i didn't know how it happened but before I could run away I saw the shelf giving away and all the books kept flying in my direction.
Few minutes later I was standing in a sea of books and the librarian was staring at me in anger.
" Have you ever slept in a library?" She asked staring at me.
" No.
" I shook my head bending down to pick the books.
" You will be doing that tonight."