Merciless Angel

Chapter 6

The annoying beep of my alarm clock wakes me from my dream. It was another one about the green-eyed boy on the rooftop. The clock reads seven forty-five. I wanted to make sure I didn't wake up late this time and I'm also feeling the need of a shower. I probably should have thought of that last night after coming home drenched. Never leaving home without an umbrella, again! 

I slowly slip out of my warm bed, double-check my drawing, and walk across the cool floor to the bathroom. The hot water from the shower fills the bathroom with steam within seconds. I step in and let the water pound on my back, instantly feeling less tense. After refreshing myself, I pull on some dark blue skinny jeans, a blue undershirt, a tight black shirt and a black hoodie. I don't want to look as casual as I did yesterday. And boy was that a joke! If anything, this is even more casual. 

As I came out of the bathroom, I walk over to my desk to grab the drawing. I feel a hard blow to my stomach when I see it gone. I run out of my room in haste and search the apartment and my backpack. It's not here. It's gone.

I burst through Ryan's door and jump on his bed. He is sleeping in the clothes he wore last night; the sheets wrapped around him tightly. I put my hands on his face and shake.

"Ryan! Wake up!" I hiss. He grumbles and opens his eyes with slight agitation, but I don't care.

"What do you want, Scarlett?!" he asks, taking my wrists in his hands and pulling them away from his face.

"My drawing, Ryan! It's gone! Did you put it somewhere?" I half yell, scrambling off the bed. He slowly sits up and rubs his face.

"What did you lose?"

"The drawing I did of the angel last night! The one that was sitting on my desk when I went to bed!" I frantically search around in his room, looking in the drawers even though I knew it wouldn't be there.

"Stop, Scar! I don't have your drawing," he protests. Ryan stands up and places his hands on my shoulders, pulling me to face him. I couldn't help myself. A few tears escape from the corner of my eyes and trickle down my face.

"It was here, Ryan. I had it last night, and now I can't find it!" I sob, trying to control myself, but failing. He wipes my tears away with his thumb and holds my chin up.

"I really don't know what happened to your drawing, Scarlett, but it was just a drawing. You can draw another one in no time," he says softly. It wasn't just a drawing. It was him! I was sure I couldn't draw another one as good as that one. I had to find it.

"I don't have time to do another one! It's due today!" I argue, pulling away from him.

"I know you, Scar. You can come up with a good excuse that anyone will believe," He says unemotionally as he walks towards the bathroom. "I have to get ready for work. Oh, and, Scarlett, tonight you and me are going to my boss's party. Get a dress and stuff okay?"

"Sure," I say flatly. I continue the search around in my room. Clothing and papers are thrown around carelessly. I had to face the facts: it really was gone, and I would never find it. I grab a tissue and wiped the rest of my tears away. There is nothing else I could do, so I eat breakfast and head to school.

As I sit down, I see Janice take out her drawing. I try to catch a better peak at what she drew, but there is so much detail all over the page that I can hardly focus on one spot.  The only word to describe what she drew is: black. The only color she used is black, so I think it fits! Ten points to Slytherpuff for creativity! 

She gives me a quizzical glare as if to motion that if I were to take a peek at her's, then she rightfully has the right to take a peek at mine.

"Nada," I shrug.