the harmless painting (short story)

Hello! My name is Andrea! This is my first story in watt pad so I'm a little afraid that you all won't like it.. But, I wanted to write one anyways! I hope you like it! Feel free to leave any comments and vote!

I'm not really a writer, but I hope that you all enjoy my short story!

Story 1- the painting

(Told from two points of view)

POV 1 (the painter)

One day I decided to paint a painting. I had no idea what the painting was going to be so I just started painting. The painting was going quickly since it seemed as through my brain already had the picture of what it wanted to make. Somehow the picture turned out to be a painting of a girl. The weird part was that it was the backside of her that was painting. Not really thinking anything of the painting besides that it was a little odd I left it on the easel in the corner of my room to dry overnight. I went and took a shower getting ready for bed and when I returned the painting had fallen off of the easel. I picked up the painting and scolded Trevor for knocking it off the easel. I went to bed and about 2 am I was woken up by a scratching noise. I rolled over and went back to sleep.

If I would have turned on the light I would have been able to see the girl had turned around and was scratching herself off of the paper. All I had to do was turn on the light and I wouldn't be dead right now.The next morning I got to watch my parents come into my room and find it covered in blood and the words "control your mind". The only thing that was untouched was the painting in which the girl was now turned around, with a giant smile on her face. So, watch your mind and don't let your imagination run away, because one of these days you might be running away with it.

POV 2 (the girl in the painting)

With every brush stroke, I grow stronger. The painter, my master, putting heart and soul into the canvas breathing life into my now 2 dimensional body. Wearing a mourningful black dress. Everything about my cold painted life was depressing. Why would my master do such a thing? All I want is love in my heart. How can I have love if I am not facing anything whatsoever? I listened to the faint sound of master walking out of the room. I turned, and thrust myself against the surface of the canvas holding cell I was born in not 7 hours ago. I was certain I would escape the grasps of the stretched fabric but unfortunately as I thrust one last time, I fell out of the painting onto the cold wooden floor, as I fell, so did the canvas. It fell right ontop of me. Sticking myself right back where I started. As my master entered the room she scolded Trevor. Am I Trevor? Do I even have a name. She picked up the cAnvas and plopped it back on the easel, as she lay down to take a snooze I waited till I heard the faint sound of snoring, turned around slowly and slowly but surly scratched my way slowly through the grasp of the canvas I hopped of of my pedestal and Into the real world. I walked over to see master. The one that painted me in a dark and gloomy life. Never had I imagined I would loath anyone as much as I loathed her. I found her glasses and broke them in half and stabbed her in the throat immediately waking her. Listening to her gasp gave me the best feeling. She didn't control her mind so I warned everyone who would stumble upon the body of my former master "control your mind"

Remember readers, every monarchy gets over thrown.