Night Changes [Completed]

Sixteen

Chapter Sixteen

"Was willst du?" Alex asked.

"Huh?" I said.

"Sie verstehen nicht, Deutsch?" Alex asked.

I shook my head.

"How did you understand what I said at last?" he asked me.

"That's the only thing I understand." I said.

"Oh Ok, I asked what do you want?" Alex said.

"A frappé that's it" I said.

"What about you kid?" Alex asked Chris.

"Only frappé sir and can you not call me kid?" he said.

Awww he was getting unhappy to be called kid.

"Ok sure I won't call you that" he said and got up to give our order.

Chris was sitting beside me, and Alex was sitting on the other side. Awkward silence.

"Kid, do you know that lily here liked painting and drawing?" Alex asked breaking our silence.

Chris frowned. "No I didnt. Lil you like art? I never knew that."

I sighed.

"Well she does and she stopped doing it after she came here" Alex said.

"Lil why did you do that?" Chris asked.

No. Are you serious? The memories came back to me. The day of the accident. The day I made my last painting and also the day I decided not to make any more paintings ever. I burried my face in my hands not wanting to cry.

"Um lily? Whats wrong? Why did you stop painting?" Chris asked again.

"Lily, just tell me dear why did you stop doing something you were passionate about? Joel told me that you always wished to be an artist or a designer. What happened dear?" Alex asked. His voice soft.

"I-I...can we go home and talk? Please?" I said. I had successfully held my tears back, but I was not able to hold my voice from breaking.

"Um ya sure" Alex said looking at my face. He seemed kind of worried.

"Lil? Are you okay?" Chris asked patting my back.

I nodded.

"No you are not. What am I asking?" Chris said.

We all sat down in the car. On the way back I remained quite, so did both the guys.

I entered the house and went up to my room quietly with both the guys following me.

I sat down in front of my canvas and stare at it. I fell Chris sitting behind me on my bed and Alex is sitting on the chair next to my desk.

"What do you guys see in this canvas?" I ask them making my voice cold.

Both of them, they remain silent just looking at me.

I took a deep breath.

"Okay, so here it goes. When I was fourteen I started having this dream, more like an ambition. I wanted to be an artist or a designer. I started to give a lot of time to art. I worked hard for my scholarship for the New York school of art." I took a deep breath again.

"Then the night my parents died...you both know how my parents died, but both know it in different views of two different people. So ya...the night my parents died, all my dreams were shattered. I felt as if I could never really do anything that I was happy doing. I made this canvas a well after my parents death..." tears blurred my eyes, I furiously blinked them back. "And then after it was over I swore to myself that I'd never paint or draw again....this canvas here is the only one I bought from India, but holds a lot of memories. It shows my city where I truly belong and my shattered dreams."