My beautiful muse.

Chapter 1.

The year is 1840..I was born to my mother and dad. They gave me the name Vincent. I was raised by a poor family.
We were happy if we got any food, worried if we'll survived until dinner or the next day.
When I was 18, I decided to run away.
I became a painter. I always loved painting, I loved the way the brush strokes on my canvas.
My family didn't support the idea at all. We were peasants after all, we cannot have talents like these.
When I ran away, I had no where to go.
I only made money from selling my paintings, which wasn't very much either.
Then unexpectedly, a young man took me into his care.
I was grateful as ever.
He gave me proper care, proper food, clothes and hygiene..which wasn't very used in the century anyways but it's nice to say it you know.
I decided to go to an nearby art school in the city of London.
I decided to start a whole new life.
Forget my abusive father, my past.
I became happy again, after years.

The time is 1858, I was laying on my bed in the place I now called home.
I was waiting for Henry, a man that takes care of me, to come home.
I looked around the room..I never realized how pretty it actually is.
Even tho Henry wasn't even a royal, or any rich, he had an nice house.
My bed had a big bedframe, red silky blanket..
The room had the color of winey red.
My favorite.
The walls were decorated with various paintings made by myself, a small mirror and some Shelf with books.
I was never much if a reader when I was younger, but I started reading after joining art school.
As I was lost in my thought, looking at the white ceiling, I heard the door unlocking.
Henry's home, finally.
I get up from my bed, stretching slightly.
I walk towards the mirror, my feet hitting the floor.
I had messy black hair with brown eyes, I'm wearing a white button up and high waisted pants.
I fix my shirt and get out of my room to greet Henry.