A Bit Too CRAZY (Josh Hutchereson FanFic)

Chapter Eighteen

Chapter Eighteen

“Open up, Scarlett, I know you’re there,” says Sydney.

                Ignoring her, ignoring her, ignoring her. I think to myself. “Don’t talk,” I mouth to Josh. “Don’t move.” I squeeze Josh’s hand, and wait. I stare at the door, waiting for the knocking to stop.

                “I’m not leaving,” Sydney says. “I’m not doing anything for the next couple day so…”

                You idiot. I think. You might die… Ugh. Can’t she just leave me alone? I didn’t do anything to her. If anything, I let her hurt me.

                “Ugh…,” Sydney groans. I hear the lock click once or twice and realize she’s picking the lock. I quickly drag Josh into my room, and lock the door. I hear the front door open, and then footsteps. “Come on, Scarlett, I know you’re here,” I hear Sydney say. “I just want to talk.” The footsteps increase in volume, but then decrease. “Wouldn’t want this painting to get ruined, right?” I hear.

                She’s in my art studio? She threatened to destroy one of my paintings? A tear starts rolling down my cheek, and I make for the door. Josh grabs my hand before I open the door. “She’s lying,” he whispers. “I’m an actor, I should know.”

                “What if she just seems like she’s lying?” I whisper back. “She does that.”

                “I don’t want you to get hurt.”

                “Who said you had to stay here?” I hear a sound of someone ripping paper, and know Sydney struck at one of my paintings. “Let me go, please!” I scream-whisper.

                There’s another ripping sound, and I pull away from Josh’s grasp roughly, and run to my studio. I get there just in time to see the third painting get a punch right in the middle, causing it to rip and get a hole in the center. Panic rushes through me to see the paintings vandalized are the ones I worked the hardest on. I can’t move. I want to go crazy this time. I want to hallucinate Sydney into some monster and I’m the one with a sword. I want to hallucinate that so bad, and I want to kill her.

                Tears well up in my eyes, but I blink them away. I can’t breathe. I can’t move. I can only stare at Sydney’s cold eyes. I feel a hand interlock itself with mine, and find Josh next to me. Why can’t Sydney become a monster in my mind, and why can’t the phone I just realized I’m holding turn into a sword?

                “What is wrong with you…?” I ask coldly, clenching my fists.

                “What are you gonna do?” Sydney asks sarcastically. “Paint me to death?”

                I realize I’m hurting Josh’s hand, and unclench my fists. “Don’t even think about moving,” I say, accidently showing some of my fear.

                “Oh I’m not going to move. I’m just gonna do this…”

                Sydney moves toward another painting, and I scream, “NO!” But it’s too late. She destroyed it. Tears start streaming down my face as I look at Mom and Dad’s painted version of their wedding photo, Where Mom’s flowers are and where her face is has a huge hole. I run over to it, and feel one of the parts ripped. Some of my tears fall onto the undamaged parts but I don’t care. I was going to give them this for their next anniversary, in about a month, less actually. How am I going to recreate it in less than a month?