Rewritten

Rewritten

Rewritten

"What about this one?", she asked her grandfather, pointing at the thickest book she had ever seen. Every summer, she spent hours reading in her grandfather's humongous library.
"Not that one. That's not meant for you."

Two days passed and her curiosity knew no bounds. Sneaking into the library, the massive book almost made her lose balance. With exuberance, she flipped through the pages. The story felt sinisterly familiar. She skipped to reach the part which spoke about a girl sneaking into her grandfather's library to read a forbidden book. She was left catatonic, yet her eyes read every word.
Recuperating, she turned her head, searching with fear. The last line of the page described her previous action. Hastily, she flipped the page, but found no words. She kept turning blank pages until she reached the last page.

Dropping the book, she ran out of the library and down the staircase. Just like the words on the last page, her foot missed a step and the bottom welcoming her fall.
"I knew you wouldn't leave that book alone."
Her grandfather had caught her in time, before tragedy struck.
The ink on the last page gradually faded, the end rewritten.