Oshiko's PoV :
I was working on my painting, a masterpiece of mine is what I'd like to call it.
It's for Y/N. I've known her for almost a decade now. We've been together for so long and I wish to stay by her side forever.
For some odd reason, she seems to hold a place in all our hearts, mine, Ara's and Hima's that is. Somehow, we loved her the moment we saw her. So I talked to the three of the about it, about our feelings for her and then I decided to put all our feelings into this painting.
Even if it takes me years, I will complete it and give it to her. This painting symbolises my lover for her.
"Oshiko!" The door of my room burst opened. I would have flinched but I'm used to it by now. There stood my mother with her hands on her waist.
"Yes mother." I said politely. I can never be rude to anyone, no matter how hard I try. It's something about myself that I don't like. It makes me feel weak.
"You went to meet that girl again, didn't you?" She rasped in exasperation.
"I did. Does that trouble you mother?" I kept my stuff aside. I don't want her to ruin my work like she did last time. She put all the paintings that I worked so hard on, on fire. I cried for days after that.
"Well, if you do meet her so regularly as you please, at least learn something from her."
I sighed internally. The same thing all over again.
"But--"
"No if's and but's Oshiko! You know I and your father wanted you to become do something related to business but no! You want to do this stupid art stuff!" She grumbled in frustrated, throwing her hands up.
"Mom, I'll be late. I promised to teach the kids how to paint." At this, she fumed with anger. She doesn't like me painting,she doesn't want me to spend time with my friends. Does she expect me to be a doll, a picture perfect daughter who will wait for the day she gets wed to a wealthy family. They get rid of me that bad?
It's wired how she thinks Y/N is a perfect daughter while her father hates her just as much as this woman hates me. Sometimes, I feel repulsed to call her my mother.
"You are not getting out of this house!" I promised the kids I would show them how I paint. And I never break my promises.
"Alright mother." She narrowed her eyes at me, suspicious that I am lying. Well, I've done this many times to sneak out just so I could meet Y/N and Ara and Hima.
I guess I get it now, why Y/N is so special to me. She was the first person to accept me, to show me kindness and affection. I was neglected by my parents since the tender age of three, the two of them being busy with their son. My brother might love me but he was never there for me when I needed him the most. She might have acted cold and distant when we first met, but knowing that she cares for me just as much as I care for her gives me will to continue this hellish life.
She left the room, slamming the door behind her as she did so. I waited for a while before putting all the required stuff in my art bag. All set to go.
Sneaking out of the house, I made sure no one saw me. Well, I may get in trouble after I get home but that's not important right now. I jumped around, light on my feet. Somehow, I didn't feel scared. I just wished to spend some good time with the kids and my friends.
