A New Life With Demons {Book 2}

A Gift

(Lucy's Perspective)

I carried my pieces of papers outside with Uncle Anti and with Sam and Tim on my shoulders.

I set all the pieces of papers on the table outside and sat down.

"I'll stay here with you and draw for a little bit," Uncle Anti said as he picked up one of my green crayons.

"Okay," I said.

Sam and Tim hopped off my shoulders and settled themselves on the table.

I grabbed a piece of paper, a pink crayon, a green one and a yellow one.

"Uncle Anti," I asked, "What kind of things would Mommy draw?"

I drew two green lines and colored between in them.

"Well, she would draw whatever comes to her mind," he answered, "Usually she would do cartoon people. Always was making sure she got every detail."

"Do you think I will be able to draw as good as Mommy?"

"I'm sure of it."

I drew a yellow circle, then took the pink crayon and drew some petals around the circle.

"What did you draw?"

"A flower, a pink one."

I reached out for it, my hand went through the paper, it tickled, but I was able to grab it and pull it out of the paper.

"Ooh, it's so pretty Uncle Anti," I said.

The petals of the flower began to glow and sparkle.

It was very pretty.

"If only it were to have a home," I thought.

I set the flower down carefully, grabbed my brown crayon and drew a flower pot for the pretty flower. I also took my red crayon and drew a heart in the middle of the pot. I colored them in, grabbed it and brought it out.

"There we go," I said, "Now the flower has a home for it to grow."

I took the flower and set it in the pot. Uncle Anti had some dirt in his hands. He put the dirt into the pot as I held it up straight.

"You have a special gift," he said.

"What gift," I asked.

"The gift to make drawings to actual objects. It's very special."

"What will the other kids think about this?"

"Other kids?"

"When I go back to school? I can't go today because of what I did..."

I went up to Anti and hugged him with a sad look on my face.

"I don't want to be teased and picked on... They don't believe that you and Daddy are real, but I love you and Daddy..."

I felt his arms wrap around me as he held me close. I started to cry and feel sad.

"We love you too, Lucy. It's okay if they don't believe in us, just as long as you do and you love us," Anti said.

"What do I do with the big meanies," I asked.

"What are you talking about?"

"I saw this mean boy who was hurting another boy at recess. I wanted to stop him but I couldn't..."

"Why?"

"I just... Don't know how and if I can... Why do kids do mean things Uncle Anti?"

"They have their own problems, they just don't know how to handle them in a good way. Everyone does it, but I would never try to hurt anyone on purpose, unless if they were to hurt you or Mommy."

"How did you and Daddy meet Mommy?"

"She's had a rough past within her childhood, so she decided to run away from her home. Me and Daddy found her laying on the ground in these woods, so we took her home with us and we let her live with us."

"What happened with Mommy? Am I going to see grandma and grandpa?"

"Well... Lucy, Mommy's parents... They... They died in front of her... She... I just don't think it's good to talk about this, Lucy..."

"Where do they go?"