Leo sighed sadly as he sat in his room on his bed. He was tired after the going on's earlier. Mikey had woken up and, quite irriteted, had taken his game back, to which Leo didn't resist.
He had a sudden urge to continue working on his drawings, and slipped his hand under his bed to get his sketch pad.
He almost panicked when it wasn't there.
His heart felt as if it had stopped beating. His breaths coming faster, he frantically searched his room, overturning books and paintings, until he spotted his drawings near the base of his door.
'How in the hell did these get over here?' He asked himself silently, then, deeming it unimportant, shrugged and hopped back atop his bed, pen in hand.
He gently traced the outlines of the smiling children, who seemed to burst into life. Each stroke of his pen brought happiness and joy flowing from the paper. As he admired his work, something in his chest felt constricted, and he brushed the paper away, and started anew.
For, when something is happy, only sadness can balance it.
He started drawing himself. He drew his view from atop the building he had so willingly jumped from, the cars small dots beneath him. As his hands moved faster across the paper, more and more ink was smeared onto the page. White became blotches of black. Happy became despair. Every fiber of his being screamed betrayl, and he wasn't suprised when he felt tears run down his face.
His chest felt tight again, and he coughed slightly, frowning. He growled quietly and switched his gaze to his wall, eyes narrowing instantly.
White.
He growled louder, and threw the pen at the wall, shattering the fragile plastic, splattering black across the blank paper. His eyes widened.
'My chest doesn't hurt anymore.'
He looked again at the white seeping through the cracks in the darkness and the hurt returned slightly. He growled and stood, another pen in hand.
'I was sick of the white anyway.'
He tore into his walls, covering every inch. Any color would do. Blue, Green, Purple, Yellow, Orange, Black. Even Crimson.
As long as it wasn't white.
He caught himself giggling while he worked, furriously destroying the bleak white of his walls.
"Fucking white."
He heard a light mewl behind him, and spun around to face a cat. The cat was bright orange, with flaming red eyes. The cat was smiling.
And Leo smiled with her.
The wolf pup suddenly growled, startling Leo, as he hadn't realized he was in the room. The pup ran at the cat, tearing into it until it disappeared suddenly.
Leo stared in amusememt, before picking the pup up, who immesiatly calmed in Leo's hold.
Grinning, Leo whispered into the pup's ear, "I've got a name for you."