Drawings on the Pavement

Chapter Twenty-Six

~Logan~
It's been raining on and off for a week but today it stopped.
I should've been outside relishing in the sunshine.

Who knew how long it would last.

But instead I hibernated under my bedcovers.
That was until mum came in and opened the curtains letting in the cursed light.

"Mum!" I groan.

"Come on Logan go outside and enjoy the weather. Who knows how long it will last."

She had a point.

"But there's nothing to do!"

"If you're not going to get out of bed on your own free will then you can go to the store for me. You never got those eggs."

I groan. "Fine!"

"Oh and lose the attitude," she says leaving the room.

I groan and fall back on my bed.

~*~

The sun was shining as I walked along the path.
Mum was right this was nice.

The plastic bag with the eggs in it hung from my hand.

Suddenly I saw her.

Rose.

She was sitting on the pavement with an assortment of chalk near her feet. She had a blue one in her hand and she was drawing on the pavement.

I don't know what made me do it but I went over to her.

"Hi," I said.

She looked up startled and stared at me.

"Whatcha doing?" I asked.

She lowered her eyes. "Drawing."

"That's cool."

"You don't have to pretend you care Logan."

Ouch that hurt.

"I do though."

She shook her head "Everyone who hangs out with Leon isn't a good person."

I winced remembering what he did to her.

"He shouldn't have done that to you."

"I didn't see you do anything about it."

A lump formed in my throat.

She was right.

"It's okay I'm used to it now."

"Has he done that to you before?"

She nods and she looks away but I see the tears fall from her eyes.

"Hey it's okay," I say soothingly and wrap my arm around her shoulder. She puts her head on my shoulder.

I look at her drawings. They were beautiful. They were random odd things but one caught my eye.

It wasn't a happy picture. It was a black figure and the more I stared at it the more frightening it seemed.

"Life used to be so easy," she sniffles. She was looking at the looming black figure too.

"But ever since the tumour," she shook her head.

I take a deep breath to keep myself together.

She knows.

She knows!

"I feel like I'm drowning," she says turning to me. "I can only imagine how you feel."

"Can I draw with you?" I ask.