PLEASE LET ME LIVE

Chapter 2

I woke up in my blue canopy bed and my soccer, swimming and Track posters all around. My mom wanted me to try out for cheerleading but I mean that is too girlie. I play sports no matter what.

" Oceana come down it is time for breakfast, Sam is here and the mailman came"

"Yes, coming down."

I run to the kitchen and run into the counter. I let out a loud owww.

"Whoa there Flash" Sam says and gives me a hug and I hug back. He was my best friend and we know each other since forever, he was always there for me.

"SAM have you opened the envelope yet, it's probably from dad. He probably sent pictures again.? I said sounding excited because my dad was always going on trips and since we couldn't see him often, he sent pictures instead.

Sam and I ran into my room. He opened up the envelope and said

"Hey Ocean?" I was on the other side of my room looking for a place to put the new pictures on the bulletin board that covered half of my room.

"Yeah?" I asked worried because his voice sounded confused and stunned. He was frantically flipping through the pictures. He was looking for something in particular.

"Come over here..." I quickly walked over to my desk and saw the pictures. He was pointing at a dark figure in the background. Like a shadow. Like a smudge of black on the paper. The look on Sam's face said something like what is wrong with these pictures.

"Hey, Ocean you remember when your twin brother died and you kept having these weird dreams?" I nodded slowly, trying to figure out what he was telling me.

"You know how you love drawing and stuff with your sketch pencils and everything"

"Yeah" Of course I love drawing it was one of my many talents like dancing and singing and playing the violin. I had pictures of my drawings stuck all over my room which was always a mess.

"You know it more like a nightmare and then you started drawing what you saw in them because your therapist told you so"

"Yeah?" Still not realising what he was saying. He went to the wall were my drawings were the oldest. He searched until he found what he was looking for.

When I was smaller I had a brother to be more specific a twin brother and he had died of a thing we both had which was called nephrotic syndrome. Something that I hated. Pills and hospitals and more pills. Then there was people who always said I am so sorry for your loss and I hope that doesn't happen to your daughter.

"Look!!" Sam practically yelling, causing me to put my hands over my ears. I looked at the drawing of the what he was showing me and sure enough it was a picture like the one behind the pictures dad had taken. I realised that the picture was what I had drawn this simultaneously while watching tv in my living room floor

"See I knew it, look at the picture. You told me that when you were smaller this was the person you loved because he told you what your brother was saying." I know it is pretty weird to think that some creepy picture I drew in 7th grade was the one who told me about my brother and what he was doing. The therapist told me it was something that would pass and eventually it did I stopped drawing the figure and I forgot about it. Later on, Dad started sending pictures instead of souvenirs. He said that maybe one day I will be able to go to these places and that I should get a feel at what I was or could do.

"Brier, look at this picture you drew and the picture your dad sent." They look exactly alike but the fact that mine had more like sunshine and rainbows perspective and his picture had like a bad man that had red glowing eyes under his long robe that covered his eyes and was black. Suddenly I heard something fall and break and the another. It came from by mom's room. Sam gave me a questioning look and took oh so slightly a step back. Then I heard something open and close and I screamed, because it came from my brother's room. Sam was obviously not going to move anytime soon, so I decided to go to my brother's room to see what had happened. When I entered his window was cracked and there was hole in the wall. No it wasn't a hole is was more like an entrance. Sam said to come to his house after shouting and looking for her everywhere. I was definitely scared.