The §ketchBoøk

Chapter four

Patrick POV.

Writing down my thoughts, using my thin utensil and my words on my sketchbook. You're probably wondering why I'm writing when I should be drawing,I only have that one shadowy figure drawing from that one dream but that's really it.
Yes, I still see the figure around and no I'm still clueless of what's the purpose of it lingering around me for. My intentions states to me that it has to be a signal or a sign and to be truthfully honest I don't really believe in those types of situations or "spiritual connections." However I used see it when I wake up, and at the bus stop. Now things been more frequent around and I see it breakfast,mom's room and mostly living room while I flick on TV channels. Right now I'm pouring out my heart on a piece of paper while my own tears messes up the words. So much pain in my own dark pitted stomach as it calls out "stop crying, make it stop now because you're making the pain more intense."

I feel inlove with Qloie, Remincing what she did to me the whole part when she handed roses and left me. Just without caring, without seeing my own reaction by the words she said, Like without no emotions kind of like a sociopath? She meant so much to me but on that specific day it felt like my own existence didn't matter like I was a speck of dust to her. Thinking this through makes me feel that I was just another chore to her. Nobody cares about chores, Human rush to get it done on this planet Earth, Highly doubting people take their actual time with chores. This is how I actually feel now to her,Using me because I'm a new teenage boy in this county and school. Next Day. I get onto the school bus with lack of emotions,I've been feeling I'm losing myself because every single day within the five days it's just continuous cycles of the same thing. I'd kill myself for an exciting event and maybe from it the school would change their bell schedule of the day, it would change If they lost someone in the school. Oh wait. They did. Is anyone still crying because all I see is nothing. Nothing has changed. No one cares. Feeling each day in school my own body being striped away like some piece of twizzler but somehow manage to get through the seven hours school days.

Walking with the empty blank faces of students ,Trying to make it to class. Sitting down in class that one class of that one empty chair for that used to be for that one special student, a friend, a son, a teammate and a classmate. Thinking about Mark's death just leaves me on a cliff hanger nobody knows what really happened to him. Exiting that thought for a second I spotted Erin by the classroom door. It took me a second to remember what exactly we fought about. Oh yes. How I lost my girl. Standing up making my way to the door, Never losing eye contact between us.
She opens her mouth but closes it, Making the conversation first "I'm sorry of what I said couple days ago, I was angry I lost Qloie and now realizing it wasn't your fault." I said while looking at the ground trying to hold all my emotion in place. Expecting a word coming out from her mouth she didn't say anything, Instead she hugs me in silence for a period of time making the world stop in place for a bit. Holding back my tears from this warmth hug " I could really use a friend right now and you're all I have so please stand by me because I need you." All she did was nod putting pressure into my shoulder making sure I understood that she understands.

Erin POV.
While getting on the bus to leave school, Taking a few steps and notice out the driver's front windows I saw Qloie and my heart instant drops feeling that lighting hitting the ground. I rushed all the way to the back rows of the bus making sure she doesn't follow me up.
I know what's she capable of and my intuitions say shes no good stay away. Mentally believing she isn't even a human being on this planet. She didn't approach me onto the bus and I was in relief about it. After getting off making a run for it on the street rushing full force into my house not even looking back at all. As I open my main door starring at my brother who was already on the computer "research everything about Mark's O'Malley death, I don't care how long it takes I need something or some evidence." Speaking loudly. My brother facial expression in concern " Erin, No one knows there isn't evidence." I rolled my eyes at him while taking off my jacket "I don't care. Find something."