2 days later he was back.
"Hello." He whispered. I never heard him coming in I was to busy drawing to pay attention to much else so he made me jump.
"My mums not back yet so you don't have to whisper." I said getting back to my picture.
"Where's your mum this time?" He asked.
"I don't know she isn't back from were she was 2 days ago. She'll probably be back by tomorrow." I said. He leant over me to see what I was drawing and I thought I heard a tiny gasp.
"What's this?" He said snatching the picture from off the table. I blushed; it was the kind of drawing I like to keep private. It was of a dark haired man and a blond woman kissing on a beach with the blue box in the back ground. He took the drawing folded it up and put it in the inside pocket of his jacket. "Show me all the pictures you've drawn in the last 2 days." He ordered. "Now!" He shouted when I didn't move.
With that I reached under the sofa and pulled out a shoe box that I had decorated with stars and planets and in big wonky letters I had wrote "Ella's box". I wasn't very good with writing or maths and English in general, I only went to school until year 3, when everyone started bulling me for not having the uniform. But I still try and learn things I read almost everything I can find, I've even stolen a few books (I keep them in my special box).
I placed my box were my drawing had just been before the man took it. The man picked the box up and started looking through it.
"Who are you?" He shouted at me. That shocked me.
"Ella Cross." I said sheepishly, he was starting to frighten me so I cowered away. I thought I saw a flash of guilt in his eyes.
"Hello Ella, my name's The Doctor. And if you don't mind me asking," He continued "why do you draw these pictures?" I shrugged.
"There's nothing else to do." I answered. "What's wrong with my pictures?" I was getting worried again now.
"There all of me and my friends." I gasped and suddenly all the drawings came to life, to me anyway. The two people on the beach kissing pulled away and one was the doctor the other was a blond girl in floods of tears. The black woman laughing with a man with his face to me turned around and put his arm around the black woman both still laughing, the doctor. A blond haired girl and boy watching a laptop in a scary looking house hit a button and the doctor appeared on the screen. Each drawing had its own story. Two drawings caught my eye, both of ginger women one was much younger than the other, but the picture itself was not what I found really interesting was the fact they weren't telling a story. I picked them up the doctor looked at them to.
"These one aren't working." I said.
"No, that's not it. It just hasn't happened yet." The doctor cleared up for me.
That's when my mum walked in.
"What's going on?" She demanded.
"I'm Ella's social worker, I'll be back to check on her again tomorrow." He picked my box up and left then. When he was out the door mum turned on me.
"How could you, you little brat!" She yelled at me "I gave you a home, there's some food in the fridge, there's a sofa to sleep on! And you pay me back by calling the bloody social services? SOCIAL SERVICES!" Shes really mad with me now and I think she's drunk to though I'm not sure. She raised her fist and threw a strong punch at my stomach, I doubled over. She did it again, and again I tried to hit back but I can't as she was now on top of me. She grabbed hold of my shoulders and dug her nails in hard, really hard; I could feel the blood on my skin. I tried shaking her off me but she just dug her nails in harder then she dragged them down my skin until she reached my elbows. It was like her nails had been replaced by tiny knives because now most of my upper arms were completely covered in blood. For the next hour she just constantly threw punches anywhere that my clothes would cover from view. After what seemed like forever she finally said that she was going back out. I have no idea how but I managed to climb on to the sofa and get a few hours sleep.