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Do you believe

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He started giving me art classes. I wasn't that good but I started getting better.

My favorite lesson is when we started sketching each other.

His sketch always looked way better that ine of course.

He always put so much detail in my dark brown eyes and my curly black hair it always looked good.

One day we were hanging out when he started saying something but was interrupted by the nurse, she told me that it was time for my x-ray.

The nurse new that I was always in his room and she let me stay there with him instead of making me go to mine after she noticed my parents didn't visit.

They found a broken bone in my rib cage and another one in my forearm, I also had some internal bleeding in my spine (even though I felt fine), there was also a chance of me getting a stroke.

Also when the truck had hit me I broke my ankle it hadn't healed correctly so now I had a minor limp.

They told me it was better for me to stay in the hospital for a year at most in case of the stroke and treatment for my spine.

I was ahead two years in school so I wasn't worried about missing anything. Two months had passed since I met Alex.

My parents hadn't even called me the two months I was there, but I didn't care, I was use to them not caring.

One day Alex and I were playing around when all of a sudden he just stopped.

I asked him what was wrong. He stared at me with his beautiful big brown eyes. I was starting to get worried.

He sat me down on his bed and started telling me this story.

It went like this, his mother died when he was born, all he was able to keep were some markers, color pencils, a notebook, and oil pastels ( I know weird out of everything she could have that's the only thing he got to keep).

Since he was small he would always use them even in his foster homes which he had gone through a lot.

He started to notice that the materials they never ran out, the oil pastels, pencils, and color pencils were always the way he needed them to be, and the notebook never ran out of paper but it never seem thicker it just always had new paper if you flipped.

One day he was drawing and suddenly the art had come out of the page, it became real.

The fox he had drawn was jumping around.

He tried everything to make the fox go back on the paper, but it seemed the only thing to work is to tell them to go back in the paper.

I knew for sure he was joking or just plain crazy, I considered running away but as I was debating to or not he played some music.

He put his hand out for me to grab. I hesitated but took it and we started to dance.

I was happy to have met him even though he might be crazy but, he was the first person I actually cared about, I know that sounds bad but my parents were never really around and when they were they did their best to ignore me, my family well, I never really saw them.

The next day he asked me if I wanted to try bringing the art to life.

I didn't know what to say I considered telling him he was crazy and that it was never gonna work but that seemed rude.

"Sure why not"
"Why don't we start easy"
"How about an eye"
"No that'll be to weird if it comes to life, try a flower instead"