Saving Evan

Chapter 7

Robin's P.O.V.
I swirled the blue and red paint together, making a soft purple. I then applied it to my painting, then stood back to look at it. I was surprised. It had turned out better than I had imagined.

I was making a painting themed on why teenagers put themselves through things like bulimia, or cutting. It was almost like a flower, which represented the person. It was ripped and crumpled, showing the teenager that was going through pain and suffering. Around the gray, blue, purple, and red flower was a dark blue, and the painting was spattered with dark red drips. The dark blue represented sorrow, the red spatters were, well, you get the idea.

I wiped a hand over my face, leaving a purple smear down my cheek. I went about cleaning my brushes, and removing the paint off my face. I put my supplies away, then set my painting against the wall to let some of the red drops run down the picture. I wiped off my work table and placed the rag on the edge of the sink. I removed my smock and hung it next to the work table.

I looked up at the sky through my skylights, and saw a beautiful sunset. I pulled my phone out of my pocket and took a picture of it. I thanked God for the beautiful things He gives us on earth.

I plopped down on my couch with the book, Counting by Sevens, by Holly Goldberg Sloan. I had just started it, even though it had been on my bookshelf for a while.

My room used to be the attic. There were three rooms in it, counting the bathroom. The first room, when you walked in, was my studio. To the left of the door was a couch, a brown leather one, with a few cute throw pillows and a blanket. Across from the couch was a television, with a cabinet under it. In the cabinet were my favorite movies, and CDs. My radio was in the corner to the left of the couch, and was light green. To the left of the TV was the door to my bedroom. On the wall that the small radio table was next to was a large Victorian style window with light and airy brown curtains. If you went further, to the right of the television was a bookshelf and a desk, where all my books were, and where I did homework. Across the room from the desk was my crafts table. On one end was a small sewing machine, on the rest was tidy. Above the table was a cabinet that held all my art supplies and my sewing things. On the wall across from the window was a higher up window that was shaped like an octagon. This whole wall was plastered with my multiple artworks and drawings. On the ceiling above my studio, there were no lights except for three large skylights. The studio was painted a soft pink. Then, my bedroom was alt different. Once you walked in, to the right was my bed and my own bathroom. To the left was a closet. The wall that you saw first across from the door didn't have any windows, but was covered in pictures of my family and friends, and other things. On the wall above my bed was a group of flowers. They were filled in all white, and had different Bible verses in them. On the ceiling was a skylight, and the only electrical light was on my night table. My room was a pale blue, and the quilt on my bed was a soft green. On the night table was a white-shaded lamp with beach glass glued to the shade in the shape of waves. Next to the lamp was my phone charger, my alarm clock, and my Bible. My bathroom was small, with a sink attached to the wall and a round mirror above it. The shower was a rectangle standing straight up and down. Instead of a shower curtain, it was warped glass. A small medicine cabinet was above the toilet. The bathroom was tiled in green and purple. The light in the ceiling for the bathroom was a round glass bowl.

This whole attic room, and my studio, had been planned by my mom before she died. We never had a chance to do it until summer, when we had moved in.

I buried myself in my book, and was so enhanced by it that the buzzing of my phone made me jump. I unlocked it to see who it was. Evan. I was surprised he was even texting me, considering how we had spoken to each other earlier. His text put a new hope in my heart for him. Maybe what I had said had soaked in.

Evan: how can i be loved and saved by a dead man

Me: what?

Evan: Jesus. U said he could save me, but he's dead

Me: no he isn't

Evan: how?

Me: after he was crucified, three days later he was risen from the dead

Evan: impossible. No one can do that

Me: nothing is impossible for God

Evan: there's two? God & Jesus?

Me: no. One God, three persons

Evan: ? :/

Me: one God, three persons in the God head= God the father, Jesus/God the Son, God the Holy Spirit

Evan: do they all work together?

Me: yes. God sent his son to die for us, and he created us. Jesus died in our place, the Holy Spirit enters when we ask Jesus to come into our hearts and confess our sins. It also helps us fight against Satan

Evan: why did Jesus die for us/in our place?

Me: to save us from or sins and to make it so we can be saved and go to heaven when we die instead of suffering torment in hell

Evan: Who is Satan

Me: our enemy who tempts us to do bad things

Evan: ik

Me: get it now?

Evan: yes. Thnx

Me: my pleasure

Evan: bye

Me: see you tomorrow. Do u want a Bible?

Evan: that is...?

Me: our guide and sword against all evil, God's holy word

Evan: ok. Maybe. 2morrow I'll see

Me: ok. Bye

Evan: bye

I turn off my phone and set it on the table next to my radio. I smell onions and greens wafting up from the kitchen. I hurry downstairs and see my dad placing a green bean casserole on the table.

"Ready to eat, Robin?" My dad takes off the oven mitts and sits down.

"Yes, I'm starving!" I sit down beside him and we bow our heads for the blessing. My dad says it.

"Dear Heavenly Father, we thank you for this food Mrs. Grim has prepared for us, please let it nourish our bodies. Thank you for another beautiful day. Your creativity is astonishing, Lord, your wonders are amazing. Please help me and my daughter to get through another year without Esther. She was a good wife and mother. I thank you for her, and for my daughter, Robin. Bless her with a long life, so that she might see her great-grandchildren. In Jesus's name, Amen."

As I pick up my fork, the thought of Esther- my mom, went through my head. Of course! Today, exactly eight years ago, had been my mom's birthday, and sadly, her death date. How could I have forgotten?