curled up on my bed, my pencil danced around the surface Of my sketchbook. Aside from the fact that I was given the assignment to sketch a rose flower and label it, drawing is my hobby. Anytime I feel sad, depressed, nervous, or scared, I draw. And at this moment, I am all of them. the creaking sound of the door made my heart sink into my stomach. Followed by a footstep and when I turn to face the door, I was met with Dennis's irate gaze. God I..thought I bolted the door. "So here you are little sister." He smirked. My heart throbbed inside my ribcage as he starts walking toward me on the bed. "You don't seem quite happy to see me, got a problem with me??" He said and he leaned on my bed, my back was glued to the wall as I couldn't shift back anymore. I shook my head no. "Now repeat all you told Vivian in school today..." he growled at me and like magic, his eyes had turned red. I know I'm just dead. Flashback. I was sitting in my seat in class busy reading a novel since we
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