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He sat there, in silence, on the edge of the forest. His black hair hung limply around his
face; his eyes, blank, as he stared off at nothing. I had been watching him for quite some time
now. The only places this boy went were at the edge of the forest and his home. He spent more
time at the forest. It seemed as if he were off in a different reality when he just sat there like that.
I sat on my porch, with a sketch book, trying to draw him. I'd draw him and the world he might
be thinking about.

He never noticed I was there, or maybe he did, but he never showed it. He never showed
anything on that blank face of his. The sliding door behind me opened and my mom stepped out.
She stood behind me and lit a cigarette.
"Willow, dinner's almost ready. Why don't you go inside." She said.
"In a minute, Mom." I replied.
"Alright but you'd better hurry. I know how picky you are and the food goes fast in this
family. Chris and Josh just might eat all of it themselves."
I laughed. "Yeah, you're right." I looked up at the boy. 'He'll still be there after dinner.'
I thought as I closed my sketch book and stood. I walked inside to grab a dinner plate.

Dinner was like it always was when the whole family got together: Loud and filled with
repressed tension. Sure we all laughed and told stories but everyone there had their dark secrets
they they didn't think we knew about. We did though. All I had was some turkey, corn, mashed
potatos, and a biscut with butter. Not much compared to what everyone else was eating. I
finished first and went back outside and I was right. He was still there.

I reopened my book to the drawing I was working on. I had drawn the scenery already
I just needed to put him into it. I looked up and was momentarily stunned. I shook my head and
looked again. He was still staring off into his world. 'I could've swore...' I thought. 'That he was
looking straight at me... No... Not possible. He never really looked at anything, only through it.'
I just shook it off after that and started to draw. He was a challenge for me. I'd never drawn
anyone without emotion before. It was much harder than I'd expected but he pulled the look off
so masterfully.

Before I knew it it was pitch black outside. I was drawing by the porch light my mom
had graciously put on for me. I looked out at the boy and he started to get up. He walked
down the small dirt road behind my house that lead to his. 'It must be late if he's leaving'
I thought. I went into my own house and found just about everyone watching TV in the
livingroom.

"Hey, you all done drawing?" My Aunt Amanda asked.
"I suppose. I never finished. My subject left before I could."
"Can I see it?" She replied.
"Tomorrow. When I finish." I said sitting on the floor.
They were watching some reality show. I hated those shows but I pretended to
watch it anyway just to be around my family for a bit. I couldn't take for very long, though,
so I said my goodnights and climbed the stairs to my room. I didn't bother with pjs, I was
already wearing something comfortable so I just jumped into bed. It wasn't hard to fall into
sleep.

That night I dreamt about his world. It was beautiful, like a dark Alice in
Wonderland, with creatures of all species. The buildings were deformed and leaning to
one side. I followed the way they leaned down a twisting, black and white checkered,
road. I started to make out the end of it and there he was. The boy was at the end, the
two suns shining a bright light behind him, and he was holding out his hand to me. I
raced to meet him, stretching out my own arm, when I fell. The whole world came
crumbling down with me. All but once piece that held the boy whose arm was still
outstretched towards me.

I woke up in a pool of my own sweat, panting. I sat up and tried to shake the
feelings from the dream. 'That was scary. It felt so real.' I thought. I felt a pain on my
right leg. I checked it and there was a pretty good sized gash on it. The sheets were
soaked in blood around it.
"That's odd. I wonder how I managed that in my sleep."

I walked to the bathroom leaving a trail of blood behind me. I opened up the
closet and found a bottle of peroxide and one of those industrial, giant, band-aids.
I squeezed my eyes shut as I let the bubbling liquid drip down my leg. The cut started
to fizz. I put the band-aid on it and went to clean up my blood trail. My mom woke up
while I was cleaning and saw my leg.
"What happened?" she asked surprised.
"I wish I knew. I woke up with it."
"That's odd."
"Tell me about it."

I threw away the bloody paper towels and went to the kitchen for some
breakfast while being careful not to wake anyone. I didn't even know what time it was.
I looked into the living room and saw that it was 7:49. 'Uggh I never wake up this early'
I went back to the white tiled kitchen and threw some bread into the toaster. My cousin
Chris groaned from the living room. He came out wallking like Frankenstien's monster and
he was about the same size too.

"Hey, Willow, what's for breakfast?"
"What ever you make for yourself." I replied as my toast popped up.
"You're nice."
"And you're a bottomless pit. You need to carry a holster with candy bars in it so
you don't die from food deprivation."
I finished my toast with butter and ran upstairs. I put on a pair of socks with my
shoes and ran a brush through my dark brown hair. I looked out of my window to see if he
was out there yet and he was. I picked my sketch book and a jacket on my way out. I opened
it up to find that Chis and Josh had decided to use it to play tic-tac-toe for three pages. 'I'll
kill them one day. I swear it.' I thought, shaking my head. I found the page I had left off on.
I looked up at the boy and he was in the same postion he was yesterday. 'Good, that makes
it easier for me.'

{more to come}