TMI: One Shots

Julian And Emma

Julian went into his room at the New York Institute. He looked around and his eyes stopped on his easel. He really wanted to paint right now. He checked the time on his phone. It was 1:30 a.m. He might as well try to get some sleep.
He walked towards his bed and pulled the covers back. He slipped of his shirt and played down. He closed his eyes and tried to shut the world out. Right as his eyes closed, they flew open. Well, he wouldn't be sleeping tonight. Not when that images was haunting him.
He stood up and walked quietly over to his paints. He sat down on a stool and took his drawing pad. He ripped out a piece of paper and clipped it to the easel. He started to do the only thing that made him forget about things. Paint them.
He took his smallest paintbrush and Belgian to outline. His hand was moving without him commanding it, just like normal.
He drew the outline of rectangles, the floorboards, from the middle back and getting larger as he came forward. He then began drawing a bed, sitting against the wall, the covers thrown about. He made a open door near the corner of the room, the outline of a figure standing in the doorway. He drew the outline of a girl on the bed.
He began adding details and colors. First he drew in the face of the figure at the door. Him. He made his face show horror, grief, sadness and anger, all rolled into one. He hovered over the bed and the outline of the girl, but decided to save that for last. He added lines onto the floorboards, making them pop out and look real. Like all his works. He made the walls bare. Nothing hanging. He drew a dresser in the corner and a small table by the bed with a sewer that was slightly open.
He than began on the girl and the bed. First he colored in the blankets and sheets, making them all a light black, some darker than the rest and tinted red, mostly around the girl. He drew the hair. Brown and soft, perfectly falling on her shoulders. He drew her clothes. Shadowhunting gear. He then began at the face. The perfect features that were always there, but the mouth and eyes widened to show fear. He made the eyes look alive. They could stare into your soul. He went down to the girls stomach. He drew a hole in her stomach with blood surrounding it and running down her sides. He drew a knife, covered in blood, sitting on the table. He pulled back his shaking hand from the picture. This was the first time his hand had ever shook while painting. He looked at the picture. He brought the brush back down and drew a window beside the bed. It was open and the shades were blowing into the room, they were blood red at the tips.
He pulled back again and took it in. He couldn't take his eyes away from the girl, Emma. He wanted to look away or close his eyes, but he couldn't. He began to shake. Tremors that ran through his whole body. He dropped the brush on the ground. He curled his hands into fists and rested his head on them. Gradually, slowly the shaking stopped. He picked up his head and before he looked at the picture, he crumpled it up. He silently walked to the library. The fire was still going a little, so he through the picture into it. He watched as the flames grew large for a second and were brown and a deep red and black. Then the flame went back down and the colors disappeared.
He made his way back to his room. He grabbed a book off of his bedside table, turned on the lamp and began reading. There was definitely no sleeping tonight.

A/N
Hey!! So you figured out what Julian's dream was. Please comment and tell me if you could picture what he drew. I tried hard to make it descriptive. Please tell me if you liked this or not!!! There will be a next part coming soon!! Please vote and comment!!!!! Bye!!!!!