A/n : Thoughts will be underlined

" Another restless night " I sighed as I looked at the clock . It was the same thing every night . No . Sleep.

I turned and tossed under the covers as I finally gave up . I got up changing into a jacket and a tank top along with gray jeans . I traveled down to the imagination room walking past the wall of darkness and into the room of white walls covered in paintings and graffiti. I think my favorite one was the little boy curled up in a ball crying as everyone left him .

I slid my hand across the picture and the word " Alone " pops up . In all of my pictures if you touch them they will tell you what it was supposed to express.

I sighed as I looked for a clear space and finally found a clear Area and began to paint.

Four hours later I stepped back admiring my peace of art . It was a picture of a man trying to scream but nothing would come out . There was a big x across his neck.

I slid my hand across the picture to find out what it was supposed to mean and for the first time it told me sentence instead of how I felt " You wanna scream but nothing will come out " I read it carefully over and over . Then I mumbled " Why do you always have to be right ?? "

I sighed as I checked the time " ugh it's 10:00 " I groaned. "Patton is probably worried sick " I thought to myself as I headed back to my room to change. Thankfully I hadn't worn my good clothes because I was covered in blue, black , orange and purple.

On the way I ran into sir-sings-alot . "Oh hello mister gloom . What happened to you ?" He asked looking me up and down. I chuckled . " like wait you see " I asked seductively. A dark blush spread across his face .  I smirked seeing his face go dark red . But he quickly regained his composure as he replied. " Well the paint throw s it off but you do have a nice Butt. Especially in those tight jeans " he smirked as my face went fifty shades of red .

A/n - So I hope y'all enjoy and I'll see you next time ! BYE !!!