CHAPTER FOUR.

Nothing made any sense. There existed a rage inside me that burned my chest and pierced my heart, the device Dr. Liam gave me as a gift must have being made from rocks or something, it was already the third time I tried destroying it and there was barely a scratch.

Three weeks of therapy and I still felt like I was better- off dead. Putting my frustrations on the device after every god dammed session. The turning point of my life began on the fourth week. Two days after I got discharged from the hospital I had an abnormal urge to be in a room completely empty, I couldn't understand why, but the urge only got stronger over time.

Mom finally cleared the attic as I had requested few weeks ago, it was totally empty and silent such that one could hear the sound of a strand of hair if it dropped. I knew why I wanted an empty room the moment I stepped in the attic and it puzzled me, I wanted to paint! I had no prior knowledge whatsoever regarding visual arts but I wanted to paint more than I wanted live. After an hour I was back in the attic with first grade art supplies and I began painting, inexplicable joy filled my heart and soul. After five minutes my first artwork was done. It was the most beautiful thing I had ever set my eyes on, it looked so real. It was Kimberly, standing just beside our front door, wearing a short sleeve blue chiffon blouse and grey pants. Within five minutes I had painted something as complex as this and it amazed me.

My next painting stunned me for some seconds. It was my mom holding a door Knob with her right hand and carrying her cell phone on her left hand. Her face looked as if she was saying something to the person at the other end of the door. It was just as beautiful as the first. A beautiful painting that was about to become a shocking one.

The door knob of the attic wriggled. I had locked it the moment I came in. "Kim's here Aidan." Mom called out, her voice loud enough for me to hear. My heart pounded intensely as I raced towards the door to be certain I wasn't going mad.

Mom held her cellphone on her left hand, I looked back at the painting and looked at my mom.

"Are you feeling well son?"

"Do you have a fever?"

"Aidan!"

"I'm fine mom I'll be down in a sec."

"Are you sure you're ok? For a moment there it felt like you had seen a ghost or something."

"I'm great mom, it's really nothing to worry about." I said calmly.

Mom smiled. "Just let me know if you need anything."

My eyes grew wide open in disbelief as I shut the door. Could I possibly paint the future? I remembered my first painting and headed down stairs immediately.

"You look handsome with all that paint on your shirt." Kimberly said, almost giggling, she wore a blue chiffon blouse and grey pants just like in my painting.

This was the second time I saw her after the accident, she still looked so beautiful. I didn't speak to her the first time, went up to my room and never came down till she left. I couldn't imagine speaking to her through a device so I had chosen not to deal with it at all.

I won't be spending time with her this time either, but for an entirely different reason. "You still got that lovely smile." I quickly realized I sounded like an amplified optimus prime. Sorry about that I said, lowering the volume of my device.

Kim blushed and smiled even more, I couldn't block the thought of how it felt when we made out. The bliss feeling when we locked our lips together.

"Hope you're feeling better now."

"Can't complain." I said, managing a smile.

"I'm a little occupied today, let's have lunch tomorrow I'll pick you up. If you'll be available."

"Yah sure that would be great." Kim said, she moved closer and kissed my forehead. "Don't be late." She said, giving me a sassy smile and a wink before leaving.

I raced back to the attic, staring at two different detailed paintings of my mom and Kim. This was unbelievable, had I painted the future? I became lost in astonishment.