I'm Falling For My Guardian, The Ghost?✔

A Painting Experience

Elizabeth's P.O.V

What. The hell. Just. Happened.

One moment Carter is shocked from seeing Minaya and I fused together and the next moment he was sort of possessed by Caleb and then fainted.

I rushed over to Carter and picked up his head gently, laying it on my lap.

"Damn it! Can't he just leave us alone?" I shouted.

"Afraid not." Brady said.

Carter's head turned slightly and he mumbled a few words.

"Guys shush, I can't hear him." I said softly.

Carter continued unconsciously muttering words but most of them were, 'Paint, brush and canvas.'

I was puzzled for a few moments but then remembered that he went to college to study Art.

"Something is happening but first I think I should get him what he needs." I said.

I looked with my minds' eye and found my mind inside an art store, buying the supplies that Carter needed.

When I opened my eyes again, there was lots of pots of paint, 50 paintbrushes and 50 large canvases.

Carter still unconscious, lifted his head from my lap and picked up a paintbrush, opened the pots of paint and picked up a canvas.

"I think we should leave him be." Dad said.

I nodded and pushed everyone out of the room and outside of the house.

We sat down on the grass and looked around.

I could still see the faint purple lines of the forcefield here and there but very faint.

We all sat there, everyone in deep thought, some with hands on chins, some with worried expressions and we all sat there like that for about half an hour.

I started getting very restless and fidgety so I stood up and just as I was about to walk away, I felt someone's hand grabbed my wrist and hold me back.

I turned my head to see Calvin looking at me.

I gave him an 'it's okay' look and he let go of my wrist.

I turned to the house and walked through the door just to come to a complete stand still, drop my mouth and gasp.

I looked around me and all sixty canvases had paintings on them.

Most of them are portraits of all of us even Calvin, with knives straight through our hearts.

Some of them were more portraits of us except we all had kind of like droopy clown faces, which made the situation worse considering the fact that I hate clowns.

The rest were eco-systems, fields dull and dark, farms dead and ghost like, houses haunted and creepy, all these paintings were painted by my extremely talented brother.

I looked at Carter as he finished the painting he was working on and he dropped the paintbrush from his hand as he dropped to the ground again and woke up while rubbing his forehead with hands full of paint.

Everyone ran in to the sound of Carter's thump and rushed in followed by gasps of their own.

"W-what happened?" Carter asked.

I proceeded to tell Carter what happened while the others looked at the paintings he painted.

Carter went upstairs to his room to take a nap, he said he had a headache so he trudged up the stairs.