This is an added part to a story called the Anatomy Lesson, or something close to that. I wrote this because the story ended very suddenly. So I decided to finish it.
As I looked at my forever changing hand, I wondered why I had even asked for those demented bones. I guess I was desperate at the time and had to get some sort of bones to assemble. The librarian looked at me from under her hair, staring at my hand. I felt like asking her why she gave me that specific set of bones, but my anger blinded me from doing so. I quit looking at my freakish hand, picked up my books, and left. I started walking down the library hall and then I started running. The students working on their own set of bones looked up at me running down the hall. I couldn’t bare the humiliation.
I stopped suddenly to find my head in a splitting head ache. It was so painful that I slipped to my knees and clutched my head. The pain must have lasted for a minute or two, but they were the most painful moments of my life. As I got back up from the hazed pain, I slowly felt at my fore head. There was a small dent in the center of my two eyes. I slowly realized that this “dent” was soon to be the socket of a third eye! There were no students around to notice my agonizing pain, which was good. I went back to my dorm and stuffed my books and things into my bag. I picked up my bag and headed out the door. I walked slowly, thinking on my condition.
I said to myself that it would all be alright, and everything would go away. It was all a dream and nothing but a dream, but sadly, it was not a dream. I glanced back down at my mutating hand to find that I had no knuckles. The back side of my hand was as bare as the palm on the other side. I then noticed something else on my hand. A little lump on the lower side of my thumb. No… it couldn’t be…a second thumb! I was changing to fast compared to the librarian. I ran back inside campus and to the librarian. I ran up to the desk where she was sitting and asked her why I was changing so fast.
“Ahhh. It looks like you’ve finally realized,” said the librarian.
“Realized what?” I replied.
“You see, when a youth assembles those bones, the magic upon them inflicts them much faster, due to that they are younger and have more energy.” She said.
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