Spade

The Gates Are Open

"Evelyn! Evelyn are you okay?" I woke up by the voice of Mara.

"Yes... Do-Do you have water?"

"Yeah, here you go." she handed me her bottle of water, and I drank. I gave her the bottle back which resulted in her throwing water at my face.

"What the-?"

"It'll wake you up. What happened?"

I got up and tried to stand straight but, my attempts were just as effective as a drunk man trying to walk in a straight line.

"Evelyn Sullivan, in." the officer called.

I entered the class and sat at the chair they placed in front of Mr. Grayson's desk. The officer that called me in shut the door behind me. They didn't shut the door for Mara, why me?

"Do you want to tell us something?"

"What? I don't understand."

"You lost consciousness just before going in. Do you really want us to believe this is just a weird coincidence?"

"Officer, you don't understand. I found the paper on my desk earlier today. I was horrified by it so I wanted to show it to Mara, my friend, and ask if she can get a meaning out of it. Don't you think the events of today are a little harsh for me?" I answered as my eyes teared up. Mr. Grayson jumped in.

"Sirs, I know her from her childhood. You probably know her too since your office has taken the case of her parents death. Even the word death scares her and I don't think she has the capability to do such plans." he softly spoke to the officers hoping I wouldn't hear.

"We'll see. Still, you're a witnesser so we will have a double check on your drawing. Okay, Evelyn. Draw death." the officer said with a hint of suspicion hidden in his voice.

I started drawing and realized my hands weren't moving as I wanted them to be. It was happening again. I was in deep shit this time.

When my work was close to being finished I could see that this was nothing but realistic. This looked more like anime characters killing each other. There were no realistically drawn blood, deep black holes as eyes, dark shadows of dead students and a 3d look on this. I would be capable of drawing this but I was never a fan of huge shiny eyes and cheerful looks. I was still questioning why? I knew I didn't do this on purpose. I knew the thing in the morning happened again. Then, what did this? What helped me? Was I really going crazy?

The police took and examined my drawing. "Is this funny to you?" one asked.

"Excuse me, what is funny to me?"

"We said draw death, not a cartoon."

"The boy kills the other, this is considered death."

"Again. As realistic as you can." the police put another paper in front of me.

I sighed and drew a girl hanging from a tree. Nothing bothered me this time. This was me, and this was absolutely my style of drawing. Not better, not worse. I handed it to the officers and they looked at it then turned their gaze towards me.

"Well, so you're a jokester." they took out the paper that was in my desk this morning and compared them. "So, you didn't do this."

"I told you, sir, I didn't, I can't."

"Do you think of anyone, might be capable of doing this?"

"I don't know..."

"Is there anyone bothering you in this school?"

"Oh, I can't list them all!" I tried to lighten the mood to fail miserably. "Sorry, yes but I don't think they did it."

"Why do you think that?"