I wake up feeling like crap. My bones are aching, head is throbbing. I get up and walk to the bathroom to take a shower. As I'm taking off my clothes I look in the mirror. I start to silently cry, you'd think I'd be used to this, but I'm not. He marked his canvas once again and let me tell you it hurt like hell. "Savannah!" I hear my name being called but the one and only artist. "Come down!" I quickly rush down stairs scared of what he might do if I don't listen. "Yes" I asked messing with my fingers.

