The Return (Book #2)

Fourty Six

Thea's POV
(Basically what Thea painted in the walls^^^)

3 days later

They unstrapped me from the jacket and the chair and gave me some paints and a canvas.

Gary said it would help get me better if I start to paint.

The only thing is that they don't trust me yet with a paintbrush.

No one has visited me because according to Neon and Gary, Jake wanted for me to have some alone time to myself.

Which I'm grateful for but I haven't touched a single paint.

They sometimes put some music on which helps me relax at times.

Now here I am, laying in the corner hugging my knees with my safety blanket over me as I just stare ahead.

I've been like this ever since I woke up. Just staring ahead until I get tired and doze off again.

They haven't given me any pills which I'm grateful for as well.

Makes me feel like a robot. I don't like feeling like a robot.

I wonder what everyone is up to right now? Are the kids okay?

I shake my head reassuring myself that they are fine.

I sit up and just stare at the bottles of paint and then I avert my eyes to the canvas.

The canvas is to small.

Hmm....

I look around the room to find everything white and then set my eyes on the hundreds of bottles of paint.

Well hundreds is just me being dramatic but there's a bunch in the corner.

I smile and get up to it before starting my masterpiece.

2 and a half hours later

I stand back and look at the wall now covered color.

I nod with a satisfied smile and begin to stretch.

I lay down still covered in paint and pull the blanket over me letting myself fall asleep.

3 hours later

I start to awaken but I don't open my eyes upon hearing someone walk in.

They don't say a thing and then they leave.

What the hell?

Caw

Caw

Caw

The claws of the familiar bird lands on my messy hair making me wake up immediately.

Raven!

I smile as I watch her fly around the room in a circle before resting in front of me.

She tilts her head a bit sideways as if confused.