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

Chapter 16

I was sketching a drawing of Amelia I was almost finished it when warm tears began to flood my eyes and fall down my face, landing on the drawing. She was dead and there was nothing that I could do. I knew that hr was gone this whole time I was just imagining her like he said. I needed to move on but it felt impossible. She was all I had. I wiped my eyes then tried to brush the tears off my drawing but it was ruined be the tears. I pushed the drawing away than held onto my knees and cried.

He came in the room and was me crying. He sat next to me and patted me on the shoulder to comfort me, I didn't under stand why. So I looked at him. He had a face of concern

"Um I just remembered that I never told you my name so I decided to come in here to tell you, sorry for intruding." He stopped talking and looked at me then continued to talk. "Most people call me bloody painter but you can call me Helen, Helen Otis." He looked at my drawing. Them made a face like he was forcing himself to smile. He looked down and started to talk only, it seemed like he was talking to himself. "Friends. I had a friend. He was a horribly person. He deserved to die. I'm glad he died, not sad if he hadn't done what he did I wouldn't be like this. I'd be happy, ifs all his fault. Yeah its good he died." He started to cry but he quickly whipped away his tears, whit his shirt sleeve. Helen then looked up at me realizing he was speaking and forced a smile on his face. And for the first time ever, I don't know why, because I didn't know why he was sad, but I felt sorry for him. "Since both of our friends are dead-" he said it like it didn't bother him. "we can be friends." I nodded, not knowing why I was agreeing. I did know I was going to regret it.