_josh_

i see the kid from house ninety-five  walking through the woods. 

catching his eye, knowing he cannot see me, but wondering why he looks directly at me, i sling my legs over the thick branch, and leap onto the ground, making no sound. i make no struggle to hide from him, because i know for sure he cannot see me. but why is he staring at the spot i sit at? there's no way he knows I'm here.

"hi." 

I'm startled. i stay silent, maybe he is just saying hi to the moth that is fluttering above my head. i look up at Jupiter,  the moth who would greet me in the woods when i watched tyler in house- ninety-five, draw or paint on his never white walls, covered in human eyes and knives. 

"I'm tyler."

silence 

"i can see you, you know,"

i look down, focusing on him. his eyes are glued to me. 

"speak,"

i say nothing.

"can i sit with you?" he questions.

i still say nothing as he makes his way through the leaves and sits next to me, still looking right at my brown eyes. 

"why do you draw on your walls?" i ask 

he looks startled at first that i ask this, but answers anyway.

"it fixes me for a moment before i hallucinate again."