Shattered - |d.s|

VII

The boys ended up leaving. Me and Katie, made our way home.

"How's you and Kyle?" I asked, nudging her.

"It's good, you won't believe it! He asked me out! And obviously I had to say yes. He told me to be ready by 7 today but I don't have anything to wear. Is it okay if I borrow your dress." Katie asked, beaming.

"Obviously dummy, borrow my jewellery as well." I said.

"E, I saw the way Dan looked at you. He honestly cares about you. Please don't try to push him away."

"I know, but what can I do? I'm used to being by myself." I replied, feeling tired.

If only I was normal and not weird. If only I was not shy. If I only had the courage. I wasn't physically tired, I'm mentally tired of everything.

Sometimes I feel like my mind is telling me something; I'll come back to haunt you, the memories will taunt you.

"Sometimes you have to step outside of your comfort zone." She paused.

"Sometimes you have to push yourself to strive for the best. And I believe in you. Don't let your past hold you back." Katie softly said. I nodded, no words formed.

We eventually arrived at home and switched the TV on to see the interview. They all looked adorable. In the interview there were the same questions asked however, one stood out. It was about me.

"So, Kyle I believe this is your sister." The interviewer said. Kyle nodded. "How come we haven't heard of
her before?"

"Well, um I'm not going to get into alot of details but she didn't want to be mentioned, she prefers to stay out of the spotlight, you know. It didn't feel right, to go against her wishes." He explained.

"Oh okay" the interviewer replied, moving on to the next question. Finally the questions were done and now they were going to perform.

They played, Flaws, overjoyed and their own version of locked out of heaven. All I could do was listen to Dans voice. His voice was amazing. I quietly hummed along. The songs were done and I made my way to my room while Katie was trying to select what dress to pick.

I pulled in my ear phones and listened to 1975 while drawing. I always had a passion to draw. It was my escape.

When I was younger, I used to draw and paint all the time. My entire room used to be filled with paintings. Overtime I began to slowly loss my passion as Harry came along. However, when he left, drawing was what kept me going. When I'm drawing, I forget about my life. I forget everything and only focus on what to draw.

It's my escape.

Currently my theme for drawing is landmarks therefore, I began to draw The Big Ben. When I'm drawing, I don't feel useless. I let my emotions go and portray it in art.

I draw The Big Ben in the distant and some cars on the road, I also draw the famous red telephone boxes. After about an hour I've completed the drawing. Now I have to paint it.

I walk into the storage room and grab the paints. I return and place the paints in the pallete. I grab a handful of different size brushes and begin to paint. I paint the sky, a beautiful blue like a clear ocean, with some clouds scattered. I mix the brown, white and yellow paint to get the perfect colour for The Big Ben. I begin delicately painting it, making sure not to stray away and paint outside the lines. I paint the telephone box a lovely bright red and paint the cars in different colours. I stand up feeling happy about the drawing.

"That's amazing." A voice spoke, making me jump and nearly drop the paint onto the floor.

"Jesus, thanks." I mutter, oblivious to who it is. I turn around and see it's no other than Daniel Campbell Smith.