Losing a Winning Battle

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Sylvia's P.O.V
The boys were in the basement having band practice so I took a look at their video games. I pulled out a game called "Dead Island," its a zombie game. I begin playing it and killing zombies as I slowly progress through the story. I drink my energy drink in hopes to stay up finishing it, I'm sure the boys have been done with band practice for a while now. I wanted to finish this game, I didn't want to take a break and lose my mojo and focus.

Frankie's P.O.V
I came into the game room after band practice to find Sylvia curled up in my chair asleep. She must've been up all night playing games because the x-box was still on and the controller was on her lap. I quickly check how long she's been playing and how much progress she's gotten on her new game and damn. She's already almost finished this game.

I save the game and turn the Xbox and tv off. I throw her empty Monster energy drink out and Miles bag of discarded chips that are probably stale. I then look down at Sylvia and decide to carry her to her room. I pick her up careful not to wake her and carry her to her room. When I opened the door, her cat Billy came running excitedly over to me. Once I lay her on her bed I kneel down to pet the cat.

To bad Ryans allergic to cats, I'd love seeing this little dude running around the house.

After petting and loving on the cat I couldn't help but look around at her walls. They were covered with drawings and notes. Some of the notes were random reminders of things others were poems and letters. Her drawings though are what made me stop. She had them dated and her older ones were sad looking and were mainly portraits with quotes underneath. But the recent ones varied greatly in detail. Some were colourful and bright and had smiling people while others were grotesque and dark. The dark ones were scary looking and had morbid designs.

Did she really do these herself?

The designs were really different and completely contradicted each other.

There was a drawing of a shadow figure with claws and so many eyes on it. It was scary, and I could tell Sylvia used a lot of pressure on the black pen when drawing it, due to the paper being thinner and torn in some areas. There were words scratched into the paper in black inch;
"Make it stop!"
"Go away!"
"Stop staring at me!!"
"Die!"

I look down at Sylvia and then back at the drawings.

Did she really feel these emotions and see these creatures when she drew these?