Waiting To Forget

Chapter 16 Fighting Back

As time went by my burns healed up and even though I did not see him again I had was able to stay away from Macy. Though nothing changed about the people in my school I got through it. It was Christmas break and I had weeks to work and make up for all the money that I kept losing to Macy.

Although it was cold the only comfort that was given to me was my only school uniform and his jacket. It reminded me of him but it gave me the most company that I have ever had. I was in my room with my pencil drawing onto the walls, and I re-drew my art work. An eye of tears, of what everyone has ever said to me, it gave me a lot of time to think.

I usually ignore what they say about me but the more I stare at these words the more I come to believe them. They seem to surround me everyday, and I can't ignore it because I look at it every night as I sleep.

The more I draw, the more I feel like the more I expose myself to the world. To show everyone what I have felt for the longest time but what I feel does not matter to anyone because it never did for the longest time. As soon as I finish drawing my feelings I erase them so that the door to this world will stay locked.

"Why do you erase your artwork?"

I turned around to see the stalker standing behind me. He had something in his hand and it seemed to be important because as soon as I looked at it he blocked my view.

"What are you hiding."

"That depends, it's a lot of things."

"Behind you, I can see it. What is it?"

"Not until you answer my question first."

"Because I messed up and I had to restart. My sketchbook is gone remember, so I do what I can with a pencil."

"Well, I have your sketchbook. I found it thrown in the school parking lot at the school."

He handed it to me and it was in horrible shape. The book itself was wet, pages were torn out, and all pages marked with a pencil over my work.

"Sorry I could not get it to you sooner, it took digging and some bribing to find it."

"It's okay but just forget it, there is no point in keeping this book. I am mostly done with art."

"Really, because I think your an amazing artist, I looked at some of your drawings and I saw some great sketches." he flipped to a page and showed me "Is this supposed to be me? You really put some detail into this, why would you want to throw it away?"

I took the book from him and tore out the page, and I set it on my nightstand.

"There now you can look at this drawing so I can throw the book away."

"I can get you another sketchbook if you want, I don't mind. Plus, why would you want to throw away these drawings. I can't draw if my life depended on it, but this, this is something else."

"You don't need to get me anything and I don't need them anymore, it reminds me of something I don't want to remember."

"I insist on getting you a new one but, if you are going to throw them away, can I have them?"

"I do not need another one okay? If you keep spending your money on me like this you are going to end up broke."

I put the sketch book under my mattress so it could not be messed with.

"There I won't throw it away so that you don't bother me anymore with it. Anway what are you doing here, it's Christmas break and I am pretty sure you don't want to be wasting it talking to me."

"Well first of all, I am not wasting my time but I was out looking for presents and I got you one."

He pulled out the box he was hiding from me.