Sure enough I reached the stairs right as they started coming up. I was in flight mode, not really thinking where I was going; only that I wanted to be somewhere that those teens weren’t.
I ran back down that long curved isle and returned to the railing overlooking the lower area. There was no need to look back, I could hear those guys coming and knew I was cornered. Like I said I wasn’t thinking at all; I was in flight-mode. One second I was standing there at the railing, my back to oncoming teens and feeling panicked; the next second my hands were on the railing while my feet swung up and over it. I dropped about ten feet, landing on top of one of the long, tall wooden book cases. I made a lot of noise too.