My parents shipped me off to art camp for the summer but didn't expect me to return wrapped in bandages, burned with an eternal fear that two intrusive eyes were following my every move.
They would continue to do so for as long as I lived.
The Portrait is Short Story/YA Horror/Paranormal.
There's a romance, some crazy people, and summer art camp.
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It was five years after the incident and I still had not recovered. I took a seat on the psychiatrist's couch.
"Are you comfortable?" he asked.
I nodded, glancing above him at the ceiling.
He turned and looked. "You see it now?"
He wrote a few notes on a pad of paper. "Why don't you take a deep breath and tell me exactly what happened. Just start from the beginning."
I needed to tell someone my story even if he was a shrink and might send me off to the loony bin. At least someone would know the fear I had been experiencing every waking moment. I took a deep breath and began. Within just a few seconds I found myself remembering five years ago like it was yesterday.
I had just turned sixteen and because of some stupid flower picture I drew in art class my mother was convinced I had some kind of talent.
Despite my protests she sent me to the Western Arizona Summer Arts College. I arrived on the first day of camp at precisely eleven in the morning, meeting up with dozens of other students on the campus's main quadrangle.
The counselor, a perky woman with a fabulous tan and three paintbrushes sticking out of the front pocket of her oversized overalls, handed out folders as she greeted everyone. "Welcome, I'm so excited you chose our camp to spend your summer. You are going to learn so much while you are here. Please find your roommate and room assignment."
I flipped open my folder and saw my roommate's name. "Cypress Myers," I said aloud as I attached my nametag to my shirt.
A minute later, the camp counselor appeared before me. "Karen? This is Cypress."
Cypress extended her hand. "Nice to meet you, Karen." She had wavy, fiery red hair, bright green eyes, and a cute off the shoulder black blouse paired with skinny jeans and cowboy boots.
I shook her hand. "Nice to meet you."
She flashed a smile while taking a long look at me. I hoped she wouldn't be too critical of my appearance. I had just thrown on a simple pair of jeans and a Gap t-shirt, my brown hair pulled back in a ponytail only a few minutes before arriving.
"Should we go find our room?" she asked.
"Sure," I agreed following her.
We pulled our luggage through the adobe archways, passing several other students.
"This is us," she said unlocking the door.
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The PortraitShort Story
Karen is an art student attending her first overnight summer camp. She loves being around other artists. Her days are spent drawing, meeting new friends, and fluttering over a super-hot guy who seems to have the same feelings for her. Everything...