I was sitting in my room doing homework and listening to music. When I was finally done with the last problem, I stuck the packet into my green folder that said Math on the front of it in cursive. I then put the folder into my book bag along with a few pens and a notebook. I continued to listen to music and grabbed my sketch book and a pencil. Then a familiar song started playing through my headphones.
Awake I open my eyes to see a hospital, so white and clean.
I was walking up to the roof I think, then can't recall at all a single thing.
I have a better idea. I paused the song, then ran into the basement to grab paint brushes and a canvas. I took a pencil and started to sketch my ideas as I began to play the song again.
Have you tried crossing over yet?
I wanna die, wanna die, but don't really wanna die.
My emotions and ideas were scattered onto the pale, white canvas as I focused on the music. I made sure to have the song on loop. The sketch was messy and abstract, but I grabbed many colors of paint and different sizes of more paintbrushes. I was so in the moment that I didn't notice the basement door opening and footsteps coming down the stairs. "Lam, you down there?" I heard a deep groggy voice ask. "Yeah, I'm down here." I said taking out my headphones and looking up from the painting I was working on. "What are you doing?" He asked rubbing his eyes. "Painting. I just finished my homework." I said, pointing at the painting. "Okay then. You wanna do something later? Maybe go to the card shop or something?" He asked, grabbing a paintbrush that was soaking in a cup of water, and stirring it around while it was still in the cup. "Yeah sure. What time is it?" I said, putting my paintbrush down. "4:28. Go pack your stuff up, then I'll tell you when to get changed. "He said, cracking his knuckles. "Okay, give me a second." I said, putting the paintbrush in water. "No rush. I'm going to take a shower.¨ James said walking up the stairs. "Okay." nodded. I then went back up to my room, packed up my Yu-Gi-Oh cards in another bag I had, and then continued to paint. My brother walked out of the bathroom when I was in the hallway. He had a towel around his waist, dirty laundry in one hand, and a comb in the other. James poked my side and walked into his room.
I finished my painting and signed LB in cursive at the bottom of it in white. I heard the basement door open and see my brother standing at the bottom of the stairs. I cleaned up all of my painting supplies, and ran upstairs. I got dressed, grabbed my bag, and headed towards my brother's car.
