Drawing in a New Direction

Dissapear

I sit on my bed for what seemed like ages, thinking about... just everything. I had stop crying, but my face was stained with the tears that had previously fallen.

Is this what my life is going to look like? forever? Am i always gonna be pushed down by my mother, and no body cares? The sound of the front door closing shakes my bed, causing the head board to bang against the wall.

I lift myself up from my bed, pain throbbing through my head as I make my way over to the frost covered window. A black car had been parked in the driveway, right where my blood was earlier.

The sound of footsteps ring throughout the hallways, towards my moms room, and suddenly someone opens the attic door, shining light into the dull room.

"Hello?" a deep, musky voice calls. "Y-yes?" I say shuttering from the light. "Your mother told me to tell you that dinner will be done in 15 minutes." His voice was calm, and strong "thanks" I call back to the voice.

"May I come up?" He asks. No one, not one of the visitors to our house had ever willingly wanted to come up to my room. "Sure, if you want to." Who ever this person was, he was different.. most of moms boyfriends dont talk to me, let alone come into my room.

They spend the night lip locking with my slut of a mom on the couch in til they can get in her pants. The attic steps creak as he unfolds them down onto the floor and begins to climb them ever so slowly.

I quickly hide the picture i had drawn earlier. But from the quick glance i had made, i could see that, harry was gone. I quickly took a second look at the drawning, thinking it was maybe the light or something.. but it wasnt. Harry was gone.

. how? i dont know. why? i have no clue. all i knew was i had drawn harry on this paper and now he was gone, and pictures don't just disappear. Liam, Niall, Zayn and Louis were all still on the paper. The same as I had drawn them less than 40 minutes ago.. And now. Harry had disappeared. "Holy shit." I say under my breath.

"Is everything ok sweetheart?" I turn around to look at the voice who was talking to me. My eyes must be seeing something.

It cannot be. No. It can't. It was Harry. In front of me. I jump back and shutter from the sight. "Woah. I'm sorry if I scared you.

I didn't mean too". I sit down on my bed. "Might need a new pair of pants." I say. He chuckles. I shoot my head towards him as I stand up.

I slowly walk towards him and grabs his face in my hands as I mush his cheeks between my fingers.

"This can't be true." I say. "What can't be true?" He says giving me a weird look. "Your not real."