Heathens

Drawings

I looked down. Terrified of what I had done. The blood on my hands is a proof of my sins. I started to run against the police station. I could feel my eyes getting filled with tears.

I look up in the bed. What did I just dream? Was it a dream.
Outside on the hallway is silent. Everyone is asleep. Apparently also the guard.
I try to go back to sleep but it sounds like someone is moving.
The door to my cell opens. I'm sure.
I look at the door. There is Josh.
"Josh?" I ask. He wave at me to come. I follow him. Suddenly Josh just stop in the middle of an empty hallway.
"Josh?" I start. What if I ruin everything? "What... What happened?" I ask him. "Why am I here?" I can feel the tears in my eyes. Josh doesn't say anything. He just hug me. "I wanna go home. You don't known how much I have missed you." He smile at me but suddenly he just stand up and walk away. Why?
I'm to confused to known why. I just sit on the ground where Josh just left me.
A guard comes walking against me.
"Joseph" he yells. I stand up and walk against him. I can't escape anyways. So why not make it easy.
"This time you stay in your cell" he demands.
"Can I... Can I get something to draw with?" I hear myself ask. Why? I can't even draw.
"Why not"
He's back five minutes later with pen and paper. What am I going to draw?
I start drawing something. Josh. Josh eyes. With the makeup. Before... Before he got... Before.
"What are you drawing?" I hear someone say.
"Josh" I won't explain who he is. I can't explain him with words.
I keep on drawing. I have never known I can draw. Soon I see a nearly perfect Josh on the paper. I just want him to standing right beside me. I wanna hug with him, talk to him. But I can't.
Everything gets blurry because of my tears.
I don't know if Josh is dead. But if he is, I don't want to be alive anymore. I wanna be with him again.

I know this chapter was short. And sorry for my late update. I've been busy -Author