Beyond The Window's Sill(Drafts)

Chapter II

The kid couldn't believe the view infront of her, she Hastily tried to crawl back before hitting the railing beside.

'Stop being so hasty with your judgement and calm down.' The cat said, standing on its four leg as it slowly strided towards the kid.

'You can talk?!-' the kid's eyes widened looking at the cat, her hand curled under her neck.

The cat leaped onto the kid's lap, her eyes widened, 'Why would you suppose I can't?' it started to knead on the kid's thighs.

She paused for a moment; feeling the soft grey fur against her finger, a shift of mood appeared—A grin appeared on her face, her face softened as she gently stroked the cat.

'This is just like a dream!..' the kid exclaimed, before picking up the cat high to level of her head.

'Dont compare me to your foolish dream, Now put me down!' the cat said, as it wriggled under the grasp of her.

'oh sorry—’ the kid loosened her grip and the cat immediately bounced off her.

The kid leaned closer to the cat, her face grinning curiosity, 'Are there anymore things you're capable of?'

'If yammering counts, then sure.' the cat said before it began to groom its paws. 'But I could show you something,'

She rose up straight before looking back and forth, 'Then could you perhaps show me that "something"?'

The cat turned to glance at the kid, 'if you insist, follow along,' after it spoke, the cat began to paw its way toward the painting.

'wait, where are you heading off to?' the kid said, she hurriedly rose up from the wooden floor.

The cat upon reaching, sat infront of the same painting that the kid was staring at, 'Ah, so this was the painting you were staring at?'

The kid turned to look at the painting, her head froze as her eyes widened before slowly retreating back slightly.

'It's the same scary painting woman—' she faltered, her voice drenched in dread as she looked at the cat with the corner of her eye, she knew her.

The kid's breath quickened, her fingers curled up—the air smelt of a faint rememberance. 'She is staring at me...'

The cat flicked its tail dismissively. 'That? Oh, don't let her bother you. She can't do much from behind a canvas.'

The kid's body stiffened, her heart pounding in her chest. 'But she moved- I swear I saw her eyes blink!'

The cat slured over, padding closer below the painting. 'She probably did. You'll always find that things that don't behave as you'd expect.'

The kid's gaze remained fixed on the painted woman's eyes, now dark and lifeless, her painted lips drawn into a rigid frown. 'But why would she-'

‘You have got her interest,’ The cat interrupted,

The kid blinked, stepping back. ‘Her... interest?'

The cat lazily stretched, its voice solemn yet almost playful. 'Oh, yes. This isn't just any painting, if it was; then it would've have been trashed,’

It turned to face her, its eyes drooped, 'It's her world, where the lines between paint and reality are far thinner than you know.'

The kid took another step back, her back brushing against the wall. 'What is that suppose to mean?'

With a sigh, the cat sat down again, curling its tail around its paws. 'She's a ghost of sorts, watching over this place And yadda yadda yadda,’

The kid's throat tightened, her fingers clenched. 'What does she want from me?'