Faceless

Period 7: Art

Through a little bit of gossip I learned that about 55% of the students killed were artists. It made my stomach drop, I had always liked art. Wasn't any kind of savant, but it sure was fun. But now I couldn't ever paint the same, the red paint reminded me too much of blood dripping down my forehead. Pink reminded me too much of spilled brains. Blue looked too much like bruises and orange reminded me too much of vomit.

Lilith was taking the phrase "school kills artists" way too literally.

This was why I was devastated being asked to teach a class of art students on Tuesday. It was going to be even worse than I thought...

I was demonstrating about how in art, you don't have to make it realistic, and that art could still be beautiful if the wrong colours were used for things with traditional colours. I was going to paint a red ocean, waves of blood I thought of it as. I squirted out the red paint from the oddly sized tube, and it was chunky... When I looked at it closely I realised not only did it remind me of blood, it was blood. Clotted blood. 006 had told me about this. Disturbed, I continued squeezing, I hadn't gotten enough paint out yet, when suddenly a full eyeball came tumbling out. Several gasps were heard throughout the room, along with a scream.

My vision went slightly blurry, but I couldn't let it show. I had to mask it. Panicking would mean death for me, it was only weakness, but I could barely control my shaking when I looked at it closer to see that it was my own eye. I spent a lot of time in the mirror in the past, I was a vain person. Funnily, I hadn't once thought about my appearance, I had just been thinking anbout escaping.

After realising the eye was mine, I blacked out. Not passed out, those are two different things. A blackout is when you feel unconscious, but are still functioning and interacting with the world on autopilot. Thankfully, I somehow made it through the day, and woke up the next day not remembering any of it. I should black out more often, seems like a neat coping mechanism in this place.