My Sister takes care of me.

Last night, i was spontaneous, and i had a burst of creative energy.

So at about 7:30 i started painting, and at 12:30 i was still painting in my bedroom.

But then i heard some distinst sounds coming from the kitchen... i thought it was odd, since it was 12:30 at night. So i was really quiet, and i heard Adams peaceful snoring in the next room, and i could not see any light coming from underneath the door.

But i shrugged the feeling and decided it was my imagination. Or cockroaches, or something.

But then i heard Charlie barking a lot, and growling and howling. And then i just kept painting.


Oh wow. It's ironic what i just found, and the title of this post.

anyway, continuining on.
I was keeping on keeping on painting, when i heard a few twigs crack... you know, the usual. But then i heard a very deliberate, laboured breath.
I tried to think of all the other possibilities but then i heard it again. My heart was racing, but i was proud of my response. I Flung open my door and bashed on my parents room and firmly yelled "Mummy!" then she jumped up, opened the door and i stayed in there while my knees shook. Then Adam searched the house, and i set up my mattress in Amitys room.

Partly because i want to protect her, partly because i didn't want to be alone, and partly because i just want to spend time with her.

My mum explained the situation to her and she said the me in the dark

"Mariah, You don't need to be scared. Daddy says the lions don't get us when we sleep."

I say "Thank you"

she says "thats alright"

I say "I love you"

And she says "Mariah, you've already broshed your teeth. So you have o go to sleep now."

I wait a few minutes and say again "I love you."

And she says "I love you too mariah."

Now for the Irony part of my post.
You know how i was painting that picture? Well, i was proud of it. I had it completely finished. A huge canvas, monocramatic colours. Before i went to sleep, i put it up high so that Amity couldn't get to it. In the morning, i took it down to work on it a little more... i'm a bit of a perfectionist when it comes to finishing touches. Then i leave to write a blog post.

In am interrupted by screaming and my mum saying "I am so sorry, I am so sorry Mariah!"

Amity got to it.

Got a tube of paint, squirted it all over it, and started brushing. But dont worry. It was only on the unimportant parts like the eyeballs, nose, mouth, hair, neck and shoulders that she covered.

Sigh. I cried for a bout half an hour. I shouldn't of done it, but i kinda blamed my mum. And i feel bad. but i said to her - whilst crying - "Why weren't you looking after her?!"

Amity felt really bad too. You should've seen us, both bawling our eyes out and hugging and kissing. She kept saying sorry, and i told her that i forgive her, and she ran around the house announcing it to everyone that "Wiah Gorgives Meeee!!!!!!!"

Anyway, i am going to try and salvage my painting.

Later blog readers.