Maddison has lived with her family in Mystic Falls for 16 years with her older sister, Elena Gilbert and younger brother, Jeremy Gilbert. They all were happy until Spring May 23rd there parents Miranda Gilbert and Grayson Gilbert and her sister Elen...
After parking my car on the street of the grave yard. I hopped out and grabbed my bag placed it on my back and started to walk in the grave yard heading for my parents' tomb stone.
I usually go and meet Lena already then she'll ride home with me. I don't know why she doesn't just ride with me, but I don't push.
On arriving at their tombstone I saw Lena already there writing in her diary.
"That bad, huh?" I asked while sitting down next to her.
"You won't believe how many times I said-" I cut her off finishing her sentence.
"-I'm fine, thank you."
We made a decision to avoid talking about the subject to just say, 'I'm fine, thank you'.
I find it really annoying. Seeing the sympathy on there faces, there looks of pity. Everyone knows I kind of didn't leave the house at all after the funeral.
I don't regret it because its all in the process of healing. But if everyone keeps looking at me like that and asking, 'How are you?' or 'Are you okay?' how am I ever suppose to heal and move on if they keep reminding me all the time.
It was fine over the last few months of summer because I didn't have to socialize as much and see people everyday. But now, with school, I kind of have to.
"Yup." she replied.
I didn't say anything just waited for her to finish.
"When someone asks, 'How are you?' they really don't want an answer." she finished.
I just nodded in agreement.
To lighten the mood because I know we could use it. Although a grave yard doesn't exactly help my case. I opened my bag and first took out the flowers I bought and replaced the old flowers. I brought two yellow sunflowers.
Representing they would always be a bright color in my paintings. Then I gave her a light smile and pulled out my sketch pad and pencil case.
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"Is that-? Are you gonna-?" she blurted and a small smile crept upon her face, as I nodded yes to her previous questions.
"What are you gonna draw?" she chirped.
Looking up from opening my sketch pad I said one word, three letters, "You."
"Your gonna draw me?" she asked surprised.
"Yes. Why is that so hard to believe?" I questioned.
"Because you never drew me before?" uttered.
That was true I had drew her before. But never by herself. Mostly with the family or maybe with friends. But I have only made two drawings of one person before.
