Dark Sketches

One dark night Lilly decided to take a walk, too bad she didn't know what awaited her. Darkness, hurt and kidnapping. She was never seen again.

That's terrible, that must have been the stupidest description for any story on this earth. I closed my laptop and sighed. Kidnap? It's been done too much, why can't I be original and spontaneous? No wonder no likes my story. I should start drawing, I made it to my bed and put my hand under the bed and blindly looked for my sketchbook. Ever since I turned 16 two weeks ago I've blessed with the ability to draw. I grabbed my sketchbook and looked through all my other sketches, a beautiful boy captures my mind every time I draw. I looked at my last unfinished sketch and I could already picture his flaming red hair and depressed dark blue eyes, he was tall so he took the length of the sheet. In all my sketches the boy looks depressed or betrayed.

I drew him staring at the sky with tears in his eyes,  it always depressed me when I drew him. There was a lot of space left on the sheet so I decided to draw a girl with the same red hair and blue eyes but a bit shorter leaning on his back staring at the ground with an evil smirk. When I draw I feel like I black out and wake up to a new sketch in my sketch pad, it scares me. I looked closer and I noticed she was crying too. I wondered why and I kept staring, I think I stared too much because I saw her eyes to look at me with an even wider grin on her face. I dropped the sketchbook and crawled away from it, I rested my back on my enormous pillows. No way, I was imagining that. Oh God I need water.

I made my way to the kitchen just to see my mom and her evil boyfriend. 'Hey, Silver why are you still awake? It's 3 AM.' I shrugged her off, 'I must've lost sight of the time mom. I'll be awake for work tomorrow.' She smiled, that's exactly what she wanted to hear so she left me alone. I went back to my room and turned off the lights. Instead of going to sleep I stayed up and stared at the ceiling. 'I don't want to sleep.' I confessed aloud but I had to wake up for work so I closed my eyes and rested my head on my pillows.

A luminous full moon shone through the window, I woke up and still half asleep I made my way to the dresser. I opened it and grabbed my work shirt and began to unbutton my pajama shirt when I saw what seemed like red paint on my right arm. It spelled out: NAUGHTY GIRL! Odd, I went to my bathroom but it was locked. I shrugged it off and went to my moms bathroom, she won't mind. I opened her bedroom door and peeked in, she wasn't in there so she still must have been in the living room. I smiled, all the washroom for me. I opened the door and something hard hit me in the face. 'Hey! The bucket in the face trick is so..' Nothing was there, I walked into the bathroom and turned on the light but nothing happened. I turned on the sink and for a while nothing came out so I slapped it a couple of times. I put my hands under the sink to get any small water droops but I screamed when my hands were drenched in warm blood. Fully awake I turned off the tap and grabbed a towel, and wiped my hands. I felt a burning in my right arm. I gasped when I looked at my arm and saw: EVIL GIRL!

I turned as the shower automatically turned on. I slowly walked up to the shower and moved the curtain. There she was, my mom cut open apart being splashed on with blood. I gasped and held my breath as I went to turn off the shower. A hand grabbed my right arm, I slowly turned to my right and saw my moms face one centimeter away from mine. I screamed and ran out and went to open the front door. I opened the door and there he was, my muse, the boy with fire red hair and deep blue eyes with the height of a basketball player. He wasn't looking at me but he turned and looked at me dead in the eye. I felt like I was dying, he took a step and grabbed my neck and lifted me.

I kicked and screamed. 'LET ME GO!' He smiled and his grip tightened and I felt my eyes pop out of my eyes. I punched him in the jaw and when he let go and I ran into the kitchen. I pulled the drawers to find a knife. I opened the first one: nothing. Second: noting. Third: nothing. Fourth: nothing. In the fifth and biggest drawer I pulled it and found my mother and her boyfriends severed heads and they looked up at me and screamed. I shrieked and closed the drawer but I could still hear their heart piercing screams. I turned around and the boy was there with something covered with a paper bag. He smiled and put it on the kitchen counter, as he slowly removed it and revealed....

I gasped as I saw the severed head of the girl that I drew that night beside him smirking evilly at me with devilish dark blue eyes. She still smirked even though she was dead. Slowly her smirk grew until it reached both of her cheeks. She opened her mouth to reveal bloody razor sharp teeth. She laughed and I stood there in horror. 

I woke up with a start and quickly sat up, with tears in my eyes and breathing heavily I didn't know if I was in the real world yet. Everything seemed normal and I wiped my tears and calmed down. I removed the blanket and noticed that there was something under my legs. It was my sketchbook, I opened it and decided I should look through it and the tears came again as I went to my last drawing and saw the boy smiling evilly while holding the girls head and her body slumped on the floor. I screamed and threw the sketchbook to the floor.