Deadly flash

or you art project this time is a free assignment”, said Miss Marsh, my art teacher she is lovely and kind of look like a granny but she know very interesting things, “as such you can do any kind of a

us… m..”, my ears started to ring I looked around to see if someone was calling me but besides the couch and some other students no one else was there, I returned my attention and snapped a shot it was okey but it wasn´t A worthy, I delete it and prepare for the next, when I had my eye in the viewfinder I heard a voice again this time it was clearer “Samantha use me!!!”, the voice simed to came form a man but I couldn´t see him, my head started to feel heavy I spaced out for a moment and wh

at I looked frenetically around in search for the owner of the voice but I was alone “come on Samantha you know where to look” the man mocked me, I took the case out and searched for the picture it fall again in the desk I took it and flip the picture I keep repeating the same things “nothing weird is going on, noting weird is going on”, I scream at the sight in the picture the same eyes were there in the darkness but now a set of arms were reaching for the person that took the picture, I started to cry and keep crying as the man voice returned “such a nice shoot you take dear the second you grabbed my camera I knew you were the one”, in between the panic and crying I managed to say “the one?, the one for what?”, the man laughed as if I had told a big jock “right, right, the one to give me a body, the way I am now feels horrible, incomplete, painful”, I try to cover my ears to stop hearing who or whatever was talking but it was useless the sound echoed in my head and I was not able to stop the sound form entering my head “you… need me… and I need you, I want a body, you want a person to praise you to acknowledge your art”, I shook my