• Warning•
This story part contains a vivid description of a panic attack, and also mentions hard topics like suicide etc. Please do not read it if you are not comfortable with such things.
I can't do this.
My hands were shaking wildly and sweat broke all over my forehead. We were standing before Clara's door and Eve was holding the key in her hand. She slipped her hand into mine and squeezed reassuringly. I turned my head to look at her as she smiled back at me.
" I'm right here for you. Always. " She whispered lightly and an involuntary smile appeared on my lips. She was my rock. If not for her I wouldn't even have thought about going in here.
Squeezing her hand one last time, I stepped aside and gestured for her to open the door. I couldn't do it myself. She looked at me for a few seconds as if waiting for me to stop her. When I didn't say anything, she stepped forward and without taking her hand away from mine, she opened the door with the key in her other hand.
My breath hitched as the door creaked open. Tears filled my eyes as the memories of that fateful day came crashing back to me. It was the same room, just no Clara in it. Everything in there was covered with dust and spiderwebs. Nothing had moved. It was all the same. But yet somehow it couldn't be more different.
My eyes landed on her canvas sitting in one corner of the room. A large black stroke was painted on it. That was the last thing she ever drew. Black. That's the color she chose. Tears were slowly dripping from my eyes as her memories, some good and some hard, were flickering back in my mind. I squeezed Eve's hand tightly as I felt myself starting to panic a little.
After scanning the entire room, I slowly made my way towards the bookshelf on the right wall, still holding onto Evelyn's hand. She was the only thing keeping me from breaking down completely at this moment.
I slowly ran my hand over all her books and her painting files.
" Ryan! I got in! I got in! I got into the best art college! I can finally be the best artist in this freaking world now! "
I pulled out one of the files and opened it. Evelyn gasped at the sight of Clara's work and even in my distraught state, my heart swelled with pride for my sister.
"Ryan! Can't you stand still for a minute! This is an important assignment and I need to complete it by tomorrow! Ryan! Put. That. Stupid. Phone. Down.
Or I swear to God! "
With trembling hands, I put the files down and ran my eyes over all the posters adorning the walls. They were worn down because of the dust in the room but they still reminded me of her.
"Ryan don't you dare take my poster down. And what the hell are you doing in my room! No, I love 1D and their poster stays up there!! Get out! "
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New York to Seattle
Adventure******* " If I were you, Evelyn, I would put that gun down and stand back. " Her sickening voice traveled to my ears. I turned around to look at her dead in the eyes. She gulped and cowered a little at the direct eye contact. Keeping my eyes locked...
