left for sorrow (Shawn Mendes)

12

I sit on the couch Luke next to me. We haven't spoken or anything.He has been by my side,and that's all I really need.I hear footsteps coming down the stairs and get up to see the cop holding Blaines drawing book in his hand.Blaine is currently being interviewed by the other cop outside with Ben.

"the only unusual thing we found was this" the cop says placing the sketch book on the kitchen counter.

"Oh uhm I need to-" Lucy looks at me as I stand by the entrance of the kitchen "please emma go upstairs with the rest."

"No.I need to be here,I have to"I say looking at the cop.

"Mam" the cop warns,and I feel someone grab my arm gently. I turn around to see Luke.He gives me a pleading weak smile,and it's all it takes.I nod,and he leads me up the stairs.

"Have you ever seen his drawing books?" I ask Luke as he takes me to my room.

"No he doesn't let anyone see but let's not talk about it.It has been a long night"

"I can't sleep Luke.. I haven't been able to sleep for so long" I tell him sitting on my bed.

"Guys what the freak happened?" Jenna asks walking in the room.Sam,Chloe and Santana standing by my door.

"C'mon guys get out. It has been a crazy day for her" Luke says.

"Awe luke is so sweet coming to her rescue" Santana says rolling her eyes.

"What can I say?atleast I have a heart" he says with a fake smile getting some ohhhhs from chloe and sam.

"Cmon"Sam says to the girls,and they follow him out.Jenna closing the door.I lay my back to the head board of the bed,and cover my body with the sheets.

"I can't believe it was him"I murmur to myself. How though?i've never seen him in my life.Could it be?I mean it would make so much sense.He was living under the same roof as I ever since i got here,and and he would've been able to come in my room last time.. oh god, he was living with me this whole time.I can't believe this.I flinch as i touch the bump on the side of my head 

"dont do that" luke quickly says concerned taking a seat next to me silence taking over before he breaks it "I will admit.I wanna ask you questions.I wanna know all about this but I also know that talking about it won't help so lets talk about something else I wanna know whats your favorite meal do you like cats or dogs please say dogs i hate cats" he says looking at me with such interest and I cant help but smile 

"lucky for you im allergic to cats so in other words i love dogs" I reply no really wanting to talk.I just wanna know what's happening down stairs but I dont want to be rude he's trying to distract me and I appreciate that.

"even if you werent allergic cats suck." he lets out as if he's stating facts " they have no feelings and arent afraid to backstab you, I would seriously sleep with one eye open if i had one" i giggle as he talks more like rants and I nod agreeing with him 

he smiles at me looking into my eyes "what" i ask feeling my cheeks flush 

"nothing its just seeing you smile or laugh makes me feel-" i eagerly wait for him to finish the sentence but he never does for the door opens wide revealing a tired lucy bringing reality back and my smile fades

"The cops have left" she sayss 

"Well did they take him? what happened?"I ask getting up from the bed.

"I'll go" Luke says passing me leaving the room.lucy closes the door behind her,and looks at me.

"emma they uhm.. he- they let him go" she struggles to tell me

"What! No! this is a joke right?!" I shout shaking my head "its him it has to be him they cant let him go just like that" the tears rush down my face within seconds

"They had no actual proof he did anything. He's innocent" she tells me.

"No that is bullshit! why would he have a picture of my sister?!"I shout frustrated heavily breathing knowing i'm soon to have another panic attack "what- what about the book?" I ask pacing around the room.I bite on my nail.

"We are all here for reasons,and the book is one of the reasons Blaine is here- basically It didn't add up to your sisters murder" lucy sternly tells me fruserated clearly trying not to shout but i could care less

"Get out"I shout feeling the tears come "leave!"I scream,and she does so. I grab the lamp & throw it against the wall making it shatter the pieces sprinting into every direction falling onto the floor. I sit on the floor,and cry not caring if i get cut i dont care anymore about anything but get justice. I thought I caught him.I thought I got justice on my sister and now i'm right where I was. How is this possible? how did he have my sister's picture?I get up sobbing like crazy,and open my bag to look for the picture of my sister. Not finding the one I had, I walk out my room, and towards his.I slam the door open to see him alone in his room sittin on his bed staring at the wall im disgusted at his sight and want to punch him.I close the door, and we lock eyes.

"h-how?" I say grabbing the wrinckled picture i found in his sketch book

"P-please leave" he stutters looking at the floor.

"No!"I shout "you're gonna tell me what the fuck were you doing with this picture" I demand walking closer to him "I swear to god i'll kill you right here" the words come out with anger but i mean them and that suprises me

He looks up at me,and then the picture "you want the truth? fine! It fell off your pocket when you got up to talk to Luke last time, when you came up to me for the first time and actually tried getting to know where i was from.I saw it,and saw the back which said forever in my heart" i turn the picture to see my hand writing "and I thought this person must be important so I..so I" he gets up and opens his closet taking out a big piece of paper that was rolled up,he unrolls it and turns it around to show a sketch of my sisters picture on the paper.I look down at the picture,and then at the paper to see every little detail of my sister identically the same her brown long hair combed to the back her hazel shining her white teeth showing as she smiles her dimple lighlty popping.I walk up to the frame, and trace my finger across her face and the tears escape because he drew her so good it's scary.

"W-why?"I say my voice cracking.

"I-I thought this is what friends do i just- it's not done. I need to color it,and all but when i'm done it's yours. I don't know what this girl means to you but uhm I just thought you'd like this gift.I was planning on giving  it to you when it was done of course but too late now it was dumb of me" he shyly but nervously rants. i look up to see generosity written all over him and shame as his cheeks flush and he doesnt make eye contact too embarrassed 

"Oh god i'm so sorry Blaine"I say pulling him for a hug and i cry i cry hating myself because blaine is such a good guy who just wants someone to call their friend. i cry because I just want to be happy and not accuse everyone i meet for killing sofia.

"It's-it's fine.I am used to people judging me" he lets out as I pull away from the hug.

"I've just been through alot,and it's slowly killing me" I say wiping the tears.

"What is?"

"the things i dont know are the things killing me" is all i can say my eyes glued to the drawing