"Bring me your heart, give me your blood. Come with me, be my salvation and unchain me from starvation. I'm bruised, I'm scarred, save me from this broken heart."
Arabella's soul might be sold from the devil. Maybe that's what she thought when she w...
I put down my bag and took a seat on a chair across Mr. Chavez at his table. I saw the painting of the demon hanging in his wall facing his back. It still hunts me. And all I wanted to do is to burn that thing. Margarette is right.
"Why am I here, Sir." I asked.
Mr. Chavez took off his glasses and took something in his drawer; a bloody crumpled paper where something is written on it. I wrinkled my nose eyeing the paper.
"I'm sure everyone of you knows about Margarette Spear's death." He started to say.
"She committed suicide."
He wasn't surprised that I already knew about it. "I apologize if the students are blaming you." He gave me the dried bloody paper and I read the sentence that's written in it with a sloppy handwriting.
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I frowned, "How did you know that it was my painting that Margarette was referring to?" "Everyone knows, Arabella. It was your artwork that caused that incident. Ms. Spear wanted me to get rid of your entry when I displayed it.Before she killed herself she was asking me to burn your entry. Of course I declined what she said, and she started screaming. I apologize if it offends you. I think her beliefs are the reasons why she did it. She doesn't have a family anymore, we considered that she lacked of guidance. I hope you understand her. We're truly sad about what happened and she passed away so early. " he said and I gave him the note.
"I understand." I tell him.
"As the Head of the Art Department. I decided that your entry will still compete for the Arts Festival. Your work can win, Ms. Alighieri. And we want you to represent our school-"
"No."
Mr. Chavez frowned, looking at me like I was stupid. "What do you mean, No?"
"No," I started to say, "No I don't want to represent the school for that thing. Do whatever you want with that painting.I am no longer a part of the competition."
I used to want it. I really want to be a part of the competition before. But when everything happened, like the voices in my head and that demon in the painting, I don't want it anymore. I really don't. It feels like I'm doing something wrong if showed it, or even known that I made the entry. I didn't even draw it.
"But, Ms. Alighieri, you said yourself that you will do anything to enter the competition. This is your work. I chose your entry and I want you to compete. It will make the school proud of you. What has gotten in your mind? It wasn't your fault that Ms. Spears passed away. We can talk about this." Mr. Chavez pressed.
I shook my head, "I've made my decision, Sir."
"Ms. Alighieri-" I didn't hear what he said next because my head hurts like hell. Whispers are starting to invade my mind.
