CCSS (Creature Comics Short Stories)

A Girl's Art

I sighed. I was having last minute thoughts about this. Was this really what I wanted? Should I do it? I stood quite close to the edge. It was breezy. I breathed the cold air that swept my hair. My blood began to rush through my veins. " This is nice. Nice cold air." I thought. I closed my eyes and thought about my life. Had I enjoyed it? I thought about my memories and what I was about to do. The door behind me was opened and I saw my "father" with some security guards and television cameras. "This is perfect." I thought. My "father" kept shouting " Lina! What are you doing? I'm so worried!". I threw my head back and laughed as hard as I could. " Oh dad, I'm done listening to your lies. I'm done being your "daughter" and getting controlled by you. Spare me your lies."

My "father" was pretending to be confused but I knew perfectly that he knew what I was talking about. He said he was my friend and that hes here for me. All I needed to do was to hold his hand and walk down the stairs with him. The television, obviously recorded every single moment of this. He was sweet talking me, I know it. He doesn't know how dangerous I am now. He changed me to become an artist sure, but that comes with a price to pay. I lost my happiness, my youth and my soul. The media rarely tells the truth. They didn't know about my life. They didn't know the other side of him.

I got mixed emotions at once. Anger, satisfaction, a bit of sadness and a lot of pain. But the emotion that never came up was fear. I wasn't scared of being on top of a building that has thirty floors. I wasn't scared that people were below me watching me with the security and the media. I wasn't scared of my "father's" eyes even if they were pure black and were staring at me like they would intimidate me. I wasn't bothered by the now chilly cold wind that was so powerful, it knocked a camera. I stood my ground and didn't say a word. The wind even managed to make some people crouch on the ground. I smiled. This was the picture I wanted. I don't need peace, I don't need a picture of people dancing together, I don't need a picture of people flexing that they have all those luxuries. I wanted destruction. Chaos. I don't want to be an idol and have millions of adoring fans. I wanted destruction. I wanted people bowing down to me. I want the rich to be normal like everyone else. I don't care if its the rich or poor bowing down. I treat them all the same. I wanted destruction.

My "father" had never admitted me. He always expected more. He claimed my art was expensive and sold them to the highest and richest people. He doesn't want to show it to just anybody. He wants power. He wants money. He wants control. And like any selfish people, he will do anything to get it by all means necessary. He admitted right there and then that he thinks my art deserved better. He reasoned that my art was too good to show it to "commoners". He never gave me freedom. All those toys, compliments and certificates were just lies to use me. I admit he did a great job at it in the past. But I couldn't stand the way he was treating able and not able people. He told me not able people are gonna end up in the street.

What was he thinking? Some people out there had special conditions. I don't call them "not able", I call them special in their own way. He recruited a lot of artists but none as good as I am. He told the artists they were useless if they didn't improve. He told me I was a good example to them and that they are just lazy. But I saw right through them. All of their faces are broken. Some because of fury, some because of health and some just because they think that this is not their thing yet he still pushed them. Out of rage, at that moment I shouted " YOU'RE HIDING THEIR POTENTIAL! It's not their fault they couldn't do it! ITS YOURS!!!". Everyone was confused that I shouted those words.

My "father" almost lost patience and told me I shouldn't jump off the building and that everything is gonna be okay. They all must've seen the pain and anger in my eyes because they all took a step back as I balled my fists and lowered my head. But no, I was not gonna give them the satisfaction. I decided to say the truth like they all knew it. I opened my mouth and began saying loud and clear," Dad, you never cared about me. You only cared because I have this talent. You think I'm worthless without it. Your just using me yet you never dared to say a word of this to anyone. You only want them to see the perfect picture to cover up the sins you have done. I'm been blinded but I'm ready to wake up now." The wind calmed a bit as I said that as if it knew that I had something important to say.

My "father" couldn't keep up with his ego. He lost it and began yelling that he was using me for money and yes he never cared about me because he could find millions like me. I then asked if he didn't mind me removing my art from his name. He stood there dumbfounded. He probably never expected a 13 year old girl saying that. He thought they only like phones and trendy things and stuff like that. Well, I'm not like that. Since before he adopted me, I never liked anything the other kids want. I had a goal in life. That was to make my art known to everyone and hopefully they'll get it.

"I guess they never will." I thought. After a few minutes of silence, my "father" began scolding me that I was still his "child" and that he has the right to claim my art because I was still irresponsible. He told me we needed each other. I was holding back tears because he will never see the beauty of my art. My art isn't something to claim. Its freedom, talent and light. I made my latest art named light of hope hoping he'd understand. But he didn't. He'll never see me and I didn't want his approval because I know its just lies.

"Lina, I DEMAND you to give me your art! YOU work for ME! Jumping of a building is the dumbest thing you could do! Suicide never helps anyone." he yelled at the top of his lungs. I shook my head. " I'm NEVER gonna give you my art. I'd rather die than let my art's beauty spoil in your filthy hands." I took one step closer to the edge." You want to be a hero right?This is your chance to make your dad and the world proud!" said my "father". I smiled a satisfactory smile. "Oh I know I won't be a hero to you. I don't want to be. I want to be your villain and my own hero at the same time. I'll sacrifice myself so these people can hopefully see right through your lies and deception. Because maybe, just maybe if they do they will finally see the true beauty of my art. The world isn't ready for it but one can hope can't she?" I took a deep breath, stood on the edge of the building, closed my eyes and smiled as I began falling after I leaped.

This is fine. I'm having a lot of fun with this. I don't mind ending my life but dying because of my art. I can still feel the now colder wind blowing past my hair, my cheeks freezing, my whole body mid-air and my mouth smiling. There will still be suffering but at least I can say good bye to all those years I believed he was a good man. It was about time someone had to bring the truth. My head began feeling dizzy after a bit and felt being carried by something soft. It felt warm and cozy. I smiled the biggest smile today. I said with my eyes closed, "Hello, art. How have you been?". My art took form of my childhood friend. A narwhal with shimmering but soft scales, bright cheeks, flowing wings and even though I didn't open my eyes, I could tell it was smiling. It told me that it was grateful to have a master like me and told me I had freed it from the hands of greed. I cried tears of happiness. I knew this was where I wanted to be. I knew this was a hundred percent me.

....The end....

author : Uni28

Author's note :
Inspired by school in covid and how sometimes we humans can't appreciate art even until someone had to lose their life or worse.... Please be more caring, school.... Please understand that some students just can't cope with the lessons but are too afraid to ask for help....

Check out my collaboration story with Creature Comics and check out my personal story, Sushi Cats! That's it for now. Byeeeeee!