Things Not Said

Chapter 7: Andrew

Tiny little chapter today but I PROMISE the next one will be longer. Hopefully. Heh.

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The brush streaks her hair, adding a blond shine to her brown. The canvas is filled with the colour of the painting: the brown hair, the round chin, the dimples, the wide smile, and… her eyes. I can’t quite get those eyes right. The music hums in the background as I look intensively at her, trying to figure out what I can do to make her face more alive. Abruptly, the song changes. Coldplay’s music rings loudly, but more calmly this time. I let my ears catch the music and I know exactly what song it is.

Suddenly, I’m not in my room anymore. The memory surrounds me and I let myself get taken away by what used to be.

I’m in Morrison’s Amphitheatre and the crowd is screaming loudly around me. The lights flash and the music buzzes in my ears. I remember back then I was scared the loudness would make me deaf, but I didn’t care.

We were at a Coldplay concert for Allie’s twelfth birthday and my parents stood behind us. When the song ended, the crowd erupted into loud cheers and I saw my sister yell above the rest. She would later let me know it had been the best birthday present she’d ever had.

As the band prepared themselves for the next song, I looked back to my parents. My dad had his arm around my mom’s shoulders and her smile was as wide as could be when she looked down at me and winked.

The next song suddenly burst from the speakers and the spectators erupted into roars as Warning Sign played: The guitar lonesome at first and suddenly joined by the other instruments and soon enough, Chris Martin’s voice. I sang along at the top of my lungs before noticing the silence at my side. I looked to my sister and found her eyes closed and her smile obvious on her face.

The peace on her features made me stop singing and stare at her. Her eyes flew open at the singer’s first words of the chorus and she tore into singing, her green eyes filled with love. She never noticed me staring at her and among the noise of the other people’s cheers I heard her voice whispering the words:

I’ve got to tell you what a state I’m in

I’ve gotta tell you in my loudest tone

That I started looking for a Warning Sign

 

I looked away to the music and could feel myself rock to the music as I whisper the words with Allie.

And I’m tired

I should not have let you go

 

A banging brings me back from my reverie. The banging loudens and I hear my door being yanked open and my dad’s voice.

“Would you shut up? You’re going to wake the whole building. It’s two in the morning, go to sleep.”

Hearing his voice, I jump and try to hide my painting, in vain. I can feel him stop, even with my back to him. I know he’s looking at my painting, trying to make sense of what he’s seeing. I wait for him to come in, wrench the portrait from my hands and throw it on the floor, puncturing it with a fist. I expect him to yell at me and confiscate my paints and brushes.

Instead I hear, “That’s a lovely painting. Your mother looks beautiful,” and the door closing silently behind him.

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VOOTTEE

*angry person throws tomato at me*

I know, I know, this chapter sucked and was really short. But the next one is better. Just keep on reeaaddiiinngg---->

but FIRST

Book: The Mortal Instruments, series by Cassandra Clare as well as Clockwork Angel, by Cassandra Clare. Read the Mortal Instruments first then the second series will make more sense. But if you read one, read the other as well. AMAZING.

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