Save You, Save Me

The Truth.

I stared at the ceiling in front of me. I was in a bedroom. My bedroom. The morning sun was coming in from the half covered window. I slowly pushed myself up and looked around. My door opened and my mom stood there. Her light brown hair matched mine. The wrinkles around her eyes showed the stress she went through. "Good morning, sweety." She said and I smiled at her. "Good morning, mom." I said as I smiled at her. "Are you still going to that art gallery?" She asked and I nodded. "Ok, just remember that job you have tonight." She told me. "What job?" I asked. "That....." her words became sounds as I stared at her. She smiled and left my room. What did she say?

I got off my bed and got dressed. I was quick to get out of my room and walked into the kitchen. Dad was there, reading the paper. "Good morning." I said and he looked up at me. "Good morning sweetheart." He said to me. He looked nothing like me and for a sad reason. "How did you sleep?' He asked as I sat down. "I slept well. What about you?" I asked. "Oh, it was awful. I kept seeing paintings." He said and I stared at him. "How awful are paintings awful?" I asked, tilting my head. "Cause you like them." I turned to stare at my step brother. I turned back to dad and watched him. "They were moving." He said and Jamie laughed. "That's silly. Paintings don't move. You're crazy dad." Jamie said. "That sounds scary." I said and Jamie laughed harder. "Don't be such a baby." Jamie told me and I got up.

"I'm going now." I said. "Do you need a ride?" Mom asked and I shook my head. "I'll walk." I told her and she smiled. I grabbed my coat and walked out the door. I looked up to see a crayon drawing of the sun. I stared for a moment before I walked down the stepps. I looked down at my feet and the driveway wasn't as solid as it normally was and I fell into it. I screamed, but nothing came out as the driveway ate me.

I landed on my feet as I looked around. There were drawings everywhere, crayon drawing everywhere. I turned back to face where my house would be. It was still there, it was the only thing that wasn't crayon. "You should have stayed home, Violet." I turned to face Mary. She smiled at me. "What? Thought I was dead?" She asked me. Her smile grew and I took a step back. "Are you sure you didn't die?" She asked me. "I'm not dead." I told her, finding my crouge. "Not much left when you're all alone. Just the same way I found you." She said as she took a set closer. "Are you really sure you're alive?" She asked and I started to feel around my coat.

"Is this what you're looking for" She asked and I looked back up at her. She was holding my pink rose. "No tricks this time." She said as I stared at her. I took a step and she took one back, bringing her hand up to my rose. "I don't think so, Violet." She said, but her voice was deep. Too deep for her. "Oh Violet." I turned to see Mary standing next to me. She was holding her knife, but she looked ahead of us. "Would this hurt you, sis?" I looked up to see that blond hair, green eyes, tall, broad shouldered step brother of mine. He was holding my rose in his hands, like it was nothing. "Jamie, don't." I said. "Just go back into the house." He said and I nodded.

I closed the door behind me and Mom looked at me. "What are you doing back her?" She asked. Her flat hands close to her 2D body. Dad looked out at me from the kitchen. "Do you need a ride?" He asked. "I'm going out, I could take her." I looked up to see Jamie standing there with his keys in his hands. "That's a good idea Jamie, it's going to rain soon, judging by those clouds." Mom said and I stared at Jamie. "Ok, sure." I said and he grabbed the door. "Could you let me go?" He asked and I looked down to see I had a hold of his wrist. "Sorry." I said and let him go. He opened the door and stepped out with me hot on his trail.

I looked around and the clouds were high in the sky, dark and gray. The wood creaked under my feet. "You coming?" Jamie asked and I turned to him. I walked down the stairs and hit the pavement. I stared down at it and it didn't move, it was solid. "What are you doing? You weirdo." Jamie said and I looked up at him. "Sorry." I said and grabbed the car.