𝙷𝚒𝚛𝚊𝚎𝚝𝚑 [Freenbecky]

Part 13 - Portrait

Rebecca

"Aren't we supposed to go to school today?'' I walked towards Freen who is arranging a piece of board and a stand in an empty room. I'm trying my best to save Pat's studies while still doing what she does best, messing things up. I spilled a lot of milk on the table when we were eating and I didn't clean up after myself, I feel bad for not doing the proper etiquette but to console myself, I just think about that as a normal way on how this lady I'm possessing is dealing with her routine.

''It's Saturday Pat - - - -- Saturday. Aren't you too studious to decide on going to school on weekends? Keep that up and you'll gonna beat my record.'' the corner of her lips curled up as she moved the board thing to a more comfortable position. Right, that was too obvious jeez Rebecca, use your mind! but isn't it a bit much to judge Pat as a hard ass ? What if she's a lowkey bookworm or what? and Saturday huh? I remembered it was Friday the last time I was in my proper self so that means we share the same date? That might be it since I also share the same birthday as Patricia.

Freen seemed to be settled in her spot. Beside her are cans of paints and a thick cloth like thing under it, protecting the floor from any possible spills. The room has no decorations, no furniture or even beddings, just some artworks in the wall. The way the paint and the arts in the wall that appears inside is striking a hunch that the room we are currently in, is an art room.

''What are you doing?'' From peeping inside the room, I motioned myself towards her place, trying to find out what she's about to do. "Would you mind if I ask you to pose for me?'' A pleading look in her eyes is all that it takes for me to nod my head in an instant. Her eyes sparkled and a big smile formed in her lips as she gestured to me to sit in the chair in front of her.

''You'll paint?'' I asked after I took a seat in the chair.

''Yup''

''You'll paint me? But why?'' Of all the people in this world, why would she choose me to be the model in her painting? I mean except that she probably had no choice or I'm the only one available in here, what other reasons might it be?

''Because you're the most beautiful sight there is'' she replied with her gaze focused on the canvas, her hands getting filled up with the touch of the painting brush and the mixing palette.

I can't help but to smile in her remarks, it's such a cheesy word to say and maybe if I am Patricia, I'll probably acting like I'm about to puke for that - - - well just a probability though. My heart started beating faster when it shouldn't supposed to in the first place. I shook my head, trying to regain my composure before Freen notice the way I smiled like an idiot in here.

No Rebecca, calm yourself down - - those are for Patricia and not you.

I should think of a way on how to deal with things meant for Patricia because if I don't , I might be gone for good and everything that I am trying not to destroy, will shatter in an instant. I just hope that I'll continue to see Freen the way I saw her for the first time and nothing else before I regain my consciousness and be away from here forever. I'll keep this in mind.

''Please put your leg into the other and yes- - make your arm relax above it or you can just make your chin relax above the back of your hand - - - -

''Like this?'' I exclaimed after I executed the steps she suggested. She stopped for a moment to look at what I am doing if it matches her description. Another smile flashed in her face as she let out a small proud sigh at the instant she gave her gaze at me. ''You look perfect'' she uttered, enough for me to hear it from where I sit.

It was for her words I got carried away with the same smile plastered on her face . I can't contain myself for a while because her choice of words are cruel for my heart, giving it a reason to betray my mind and the things I am planning to do. But it's with her I started to feel relieved and feel like I don't have anything else to worry about. I don't know what is in her that I feel comfortable whenever she's around even just for a while.

The entirety of her face is covered with the canvas and it's her eyes I always meet whenever she peeps above it to see for details. From minutes to an hour that had passed, I noticed how her eyes looked as if it's full of blended emotions. It's like it is happy and sad at the same moment and I am getting concerned about it. I feel like if I ask something about their personal lives, it'll give a huge confusion - - the huge thing I am trying to avoid.

''How did you learn to do that? Isn't painting hard?'' I tried to break the silence by asking her a few questions which I believe aren't shared between them. It's closed information so maybe that's just it.

''Yes it's difficult, challenging for most but is pretty satisfying and relaxing in some ways. That just depends on how you treat art. Some people do art for fun, some find it as a sort of passion they want to pursue and others find art as their home'' she stood in a halt and looked at me before shifting back to her painting.

''How do you find art then?''

'' A diary'' a few drops of paint started running beneath the edge of the canvas as she stood for yet another one to rest her back from bending too close to the sheet.

''A diary? Isn't that a bit odd?'' confusion drew over my face for her answer. It's a strange one and I don't seem to be able to decipher how she ended up choosing art as her own diary.

''When you can't speak or say the things you want to, you write it down in your diary right? That's how art is for me. Sometimes, the things I want to express are hidden in every artwork that I make. It's like a safe haven for my thoughts'' she answered, little sighs between her words.

Wow, that's beautiful. I never how she looks at art in her perspective, she maybe finds peace in doing these things. The paintings hanging in the wall must be a swirl of thoughts from her, abstracts with dark shades, mask paintings and another one which I haven't noticed from the time I went in.

A portrait of a lady who looks like me, Rebecca.