Dawgs of the Military

Dead but Not Dead

   Once in her room, Maise fell onto her bed and teared up. "What the hell is wrong with my life?!" She screamed into her pillow. She sat up, facing her desk now, and stared. Finally, she picked herself up, wiped the tears off her face and started to draw. Everywhere. She drew everything she thought, anger, sadness, joy, hatred, abuse, flames, rain, family, strangers, she drew it all! Everywhere, any splotch of the dull room before was now transformed into her thought and dreams. Every wall covered, her desk, her floor, the wooden chair, ceiling, she even scratched a picture into the door knob. She through her books on the floor, letting her drawings fly out, then laid in the middle. Her hand twitched, it ached from her excessive drawing. "I don't get it." She said to herself, then stared up at the ceiling. "I just want Tilly back." She gave in, letting the tears roll down her cheeks.
     After a nights sleep, Maise trudged  her books back to the library. She left, going back to her place empty handed. Her hand was still twitching from last nights art panic. As she got back to her room, she found Roy standing inside. She stepped in looking around. Her room had been demolished, splinters of her desk and chair were stabbed through the wall. Her couch had been thrown a crossed the room, putting a big hole in the wall. Her bed was now an abstract piece, the legs pointing in all directions. "Wh-what's going on?" Maise asked terrified. Roy pointed to the wall behind her. She slowly turned around, scared for what was coming. She stared at the wall, written in shiny black letters were the words,"If I'm going to hell I'm dragging you down with me!" She was shocked,but scared half to death, remembering her saying that. Every time she was drunk, those were the words she said. "But she's dead, how can this be? She died a while ago, she dead she has to be!" Maise thought. "Mother?" She whispered.