Cyrus' POV

Something bad definitely possessed her. I did not know what but it was surreal. When she was done painting whatever had possessed her left and in front of her was the painting of my older brothers. I stood transfixed. The painting had a picture of them when they were much younger. In the picture one of them held a baby that looked like me.

At the very bottom of the painting was the same green colour but this time it was in the marble floor; I read the green scribble; ...