"Oh fuck, what have I done.'' I muttered as I stared at my ruined painting. There was black paint all over my artwork. I had accidently dropped my bigger brush on the canvas. I worked so hard on this masterpiece.
It was made for the little school exposition. I joined my school's arts club last year, cause let's be honest here; it's the only thing I'm a little good at. I even made some friends there, but I'm not really close to any of them. I mean, they're nice and if I tried my best I guess I could become closer with them. I sadly just don't have the energy to maintain healthy friendships.
Painting is one of the only things I enjoy. I was really excited about this work, but now I messed up. Well it's me, of course I'd mess up. My hard work was all gone. I guess it was because I was tired.
I wish it didn't happen.
I was about to rub my eyes but I noticed my hands were stained with paint, I sighed. Now I was going to have to get up and clean them. I slowly got up, my brown hair got in front of my eyes. I wanted to run my fingers through it and adjust it, but I couldn't risk getting the paint from my hands in my hair.
I walked over to my apartment bathroom where I stared into the mirror.
I could see the dark circles under my eyes, probably caused by my messed up sleep schedule. My already-dark coloured eyes looked even darker this way. I sighed once again, I found myself looking like a depressive arse. Well.. whatever. It's not like I come out of my apartment for other reasons than school or lonely unnecessary walks anyways.
I turned on the tap and washed off the paint that was still wet. Some pigment was already dried up, so I grabbed some soap and tried scrubbing it off with a sponge.
After a while all the paint was finally gone. I could relax, my knuckles hurt a bit from the harsh scrubbing, nonetheless I was able to ignore it.
I decided to go to the kitchen to get a cup of tea. I took one last look at my dreary face in the bathroom mirror and turned around. It was dark in the kitchen, although I didn't bother to turn on the lights. I looked through my cabinets in the dark to find the only teacup I hadn't broken yet.
My brows were slightly furrowed.
I eventually found the cup and made the tea. I burnt my already bruised hand from the hot kettle. It worsened my mood even more. I kicked one of my cabinets trying to release my anger, it didn't work so I took a deep breath and tried calming down instead.
It was already dark outside, I had been so caught up in my artwork that I forgot to check the time. It was exactly 12:03 a.m. Well it's not that late, right? I thought to myself. I can still drink this cup of tea. I took my tea and went back to my bedroom. I sat myself down on my bed and gazed out the window.
The sky was already dark, no stars were visible. Just gloomy dark grey clouds.
It's going to rain. I thought.
The painting I made was a painting of a girl standing in a dark forest holding a candle. I had given her an entire backstory one night when I could not sleep. It was actually pretty good. Maybe I should write it down once and become a famous writer... My mind wandered off.
Those are thoughts I always got this time of night, though I never did anything with my ideas..
Sometimes I wonder what would happen if I actually did something with my life instead of working on paintings for hours and then messing up.. I could, right?
No.. no It's a stupid thought. It's not like I'm capable of doing more than this..
As I sat there in silence I heard the first few raindrops on my bedroom window. I love the sound of rain. The ticking noise is just too calming. And now with my tea late at night it was perfect. No one could disturb me. I tried keeping my mind off of the fact that I splashed black paint over my artwork. I hope I can fix it tomorrow morning. Not now. Now I'm too tired..
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I wish it didn't happen
General FictionI wrote this in biology class instead of paying attention, enjoy (This story is about an 18 year old guy who lives in his own apartment, you can say he's a little lonely, after some time something unexpected happens.. what will he do?)