The Artist

A girl with a gift, or a curse depending on how you see it, draws pictures that depict the future. Follow Alex as she deals with a gift that has scarred her many times before.


5. Cars.

"Hey, mom." I said as I answered the phone.

"Hey sweetheart!" She yelled. I jumped, yanking the phone away from my ear. She sounded drunk.

"Mom? Are you okay?" I asked, urgently.

She giggled. "Bob! Stop that right now! My daughter's on the phone!"

"Hi, my daughter!" I heard a slurred voice on the other end of the phone. "Your momma's hot!"

I grimaced. "Gotta go babes," my mom yelled into the phone again. "I lurrrrrve you!"

The call disconnected. I shook my head, my brow furrowed. She was a big girl, she could look after herself, right? "Alex?" Came Jack's voice as he walked out of the bathroom, still shirtless. "Who was that?"

"My mom," I said, rolling my eyes. "She's having a midlife crisis." He put his arm around my waist and curled around me. I stiffened.

"Alex," he groaned in response. "Relax dammit. I'm not trying to murder you." Slowly I relaxed into him, bracing my hands on his shoulders. "Better," he whispered. He tilted my face up to his with his fingers and brushed my my lips with his. I lifted my arms and tangled my fingers in his hair, as he deepened the kiss. He moved down my jawline to the base of my neck.

I braced my hands in his chest and pushed gently. "No," I murmured. He stopped and rested his cheek on the top of my head. "What are we doing?" I asked him.

"Kissing," he murmured. "Or we were," he clarified.

"We aren't even together," I murmured back. "We aren't even dating."

"Just because we aren't dating, why on earth can't we be together?" He asked me. I sighed.

"I'm not that girl, Jack." I said. He pulled back from me, looking me in the eye.

"I was going to wait to do this, but, Alex, would you be my girlfriend?" He asked me, his eyes anxious.


I waited for her answer anxiously, my stomach churning. "Yes," she breathed. "I thought you would never ask." I bent my lips to hers.

"I need to go home," I said to her after we had kissed. "To get a shirt at least," I clarified.

"Will you come back?" She whispered.

"Only if you want me to," I whispered back. She nodded. "See you later then?" I said, turning away. I got no reply.


When he left, I ran to my desk and pulled out a large piece of A3 paper. I grabbed some charcoal and started sketching. I drew Jack, smiling his half-smile and arching an eyebrow as he so often did. Once I was finished, I looked down, happy.

That was when I saw it. In the crook of his ear, a car filled with fire.

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