I'm not alone after all (Bloody painter {Helen Otis} x OC)

Chapter 9

    The rest of the time he was there went like that. He would ask me something and I would mumble a simple answer, which didn't please him at all. I kinda enjoyed annoying him though. He kept looking down at his watch seeming eager to leave. That infuriated me even more, he could leave whenever he wanted, and he was counting the time down. While I was stuck here for who knows how long. He soon left though leaving me to my lonesome. The sun was starting to go down and I had used all the crayons up so I decided to go to sleep.

That night was different than most, I had a dream. In my dream I saw Amelia. She was smiling and waving. I held her in a deep hug and told her about everything. She nodded and wiped the tears that I had shed wile spoke to her. When I was done speaking she told me that she was okay and she was still alive. She promised to visit me. I was happier than ever before, she was going to see me again! I nodded holding her in another tight hug and she held me back.

When I woke up the next morning I was smiling happily. Though I was happy there was still tears in my eyes. the blanket was tied in knots, and I realized that I had been tossing and turning all night. That didn't matter though. I was going to see her soon. I sat up yawning and stretching then I looked around. It looked like it was around 8:00.I mentally told myself, it's day two. If what he said was true and that my evaluations would be over in 5 days, I had one day was down and I had 4 more left to go. After that moment of thought I looked to the end of my bed to find another letter waiting for me under the letter rested a sketch book and a some pencils. I reached over and grabbed the letter then ripped the top off of it, pulling out the letter and reading it. It was still in that dark crimson color which I was sure was blood.

Hello, Katie!

So, you've completed another day in your hell. Congrats, and good luck on your next. I stopped by your house last night and I meet your dad. I didn't like his attitude. So I painted with him. Poor daddy won't be seeing you any time soon. Enjoy the little gift I picked up for you.

It was signed with the same smiley face. After reading that, I knew my dad was dead. One thing I didn't understand was that he said "he painted with him", What does that mean? Was it some code? I took a deep breath, not wanting to be bothered with worrying about it. Then threw it aside.

After I closed my eyes, being stuck in more thoughts, when they were interrupted by a voice I recognized. I opened my eyes and just like I was promised, Amelia was there. She walked over to my bed and sat next to me.

"Hey"

"Hi, the doctors told us you died."

"Well they lied, because I'm alive aren't I? But we have to keep it a secret okay?

"Okay." I was so happy to finally have my bestfriend back.

She stayed and we spoke for a while. Then that annoying therapist came in and she disappeared. I wanted to ask her how she did it, but he was in here and she wanted to keep her being alive a secret. He asked me questions and I gave him the same boring answers as before. He left soon after and I waited for her to come back but she didn't. I just sat there expecting a friend when she never came.