LisaS
The moment I draw you, you come alive. Your eyes especially, but also your mouth, you smile. Your hands, you grab me. By my hair. You pull me on the floor. You pull a gun and try to shoot me, but I'm fast and I kick you away. My mom enters the room. "What's all that noise?" she says. You shoot her and I start crying, crying for my mom, for you, but mostly for myself. Tears fill my throat and by the time they find my lungs, I have already died out of sadness.