The Porcelain Statue

The Statue Garden

I stopped the car and looked around even though I knew no one would be there. Taking a breath, I got out of the car and hurried into the museum tryig to avoid the pouring rain and prying eyes. "Good evening, Christopher." said sweet little Mrs. Yurim. I smiled at her and rushed past hoping to not get caught in her web of small talk. I entered the familiar museum and I inhaled. I loved the smell of the place; it was a mixture of air freshener and paint. I smiled at the janitor and he smiled back. I placed my coat on a bench so I wouldn't have to carry it around. Timidly, I meandered through the halls full of art. I had spent many afternoons here and I often found myself staring out at the gardens yet I never had ventured out there though for I got too distracted by the other beautiful things inside. I looked out the window and saw the thick drops of rain splashing nosily on the ornate windowpane. I told myself tomorrow and I started to move away when the tiniest movement caught my eye. I peered out the window trying to see through the lake falling from the skies. Outside laid an extravagant scene of tragedy. Even though I had never been outside I had noticed this piece of work especially. A man held a crying woman by the wrists. He stared down at her with a cold and cruel expression while she begged him with terrified eyes. On their right stood a man trying to get to her but was being held back by a mother and father. To their left stood a trio. The woman who stood point fascinated me more than any other work. She stood with a hood preventing me from seeing her face but her presence in and of itself was intriguing. Behind her stood two men who watched the scene was expressionless power. But right now all my attention was on the hooded woman. To be more specific, the bottom of her cape. It was-- It couldn't be. I shut the thought down and put it all to the trick of the light and rain. Again, I wandered rather aimlessly but I found myself rarely looking at art but still staring at the marble statue of the poised lady.
"Boy?" A voice startled me and I turned to see the janitor. "It's almost closing up time."
"What?" I looked at my clock. "8:54?! Sir, I am sorry. I didn't realize the time has passed that fast." Quickly, I went back to grab my coat. As I was picking it up my eye saw another movement again. My eyes widened as I noticed a hand had appeared on the woman. I was positive she had been standing so the only visible skin would've been that of her bowed face. Now a hand protruded from her cloak. As I watched, face pressed up against the window, her cloak moved as the wind blew. "Oh my God!" I exclaimed.
"What, Son?" The janitor said. Without responding, I flew outside. The rain was heavier then I expected and I couldn't see a foot in front of me. I started running to where I thought she was but ended up face-planting. "Crap!"
"Hello?" It was so quiet it was barely audible but it was enough to pull my off my feet. Once I was on my feet I had to pause for a minute to regain my head as stars galloped before me. I put my hands to my face and felt a thin line of warm blood oozing from my nose. I ran to her and tripped again and came face-to-face to the crying woman. I stood and staggered towards her. She stood as still as a statue considering she was one. I looked to her and pushed away my hair that limply fell in my eyes blinding me with drips of water.
"Hello?!" I yelled but I was crazy she didn't flinch. She didn't breathe and her hand that I gripped tightly was cold. I sighed feeling stupid. "I'm talking to a statue. I am talking to a statue. I'm crazy!" I began to walk away when I felt a cold grip grab me. Every inch of my body seized. I turned and looked to my wrist. An immaculate white hand gripped my wrist tightly. Shaking I rose my eyes to hers and nearly passed out. Her eyes had gone from the marble, cold eyes of a statue to the golden eyes of an alien cat. Then her whole body gave one jerk and she crumpled to the ground. With reflexes that surprised me, I caught her into my arms. I expected her to way a ton considering two seconds ago she was a marble carving but, no, she weighed as much as any other human. I looked to her and pulled back the hood. I gasped as I noticed her unearthly beauty but I refocused. "Uh, I need to get you to hospital."
She grabbed my arm. "No, please, no." She started to gasp and I just looked to her panicked. I scooped her up in my arms and I could feel her start to heat up and I could feel her heart start to beat, faster and faster. I got to my car and laid her down in the back. She shook violently and I started up the car. I looked at her again and I took a breath. What was happening?