Big Dreams

The End

I was running up the stairs, in anger and pain. My tears were falling down my cheeks, appearing and disappearing from my pillow. I was trying to understand what happend the minute before I ran those stairs, not giving a fuck about what was going on down those stairs. I realized I only cared about me. I finally got my shit together. I gently touched the stairs with my feet as I was going down towards the kitchen. I heard crying. And suddenly...I saw my paint pots on the floor, into million pieces. The red paint was flooding all over the wooden floor and going into the deep creases of wood. It looked like blood. At that point I screamed. I couldn't take it anymore, seeing my equipment getting destroyed. And then the noise stopped, no more crying, no more paint pots getting destroyed into pieces, only breathing. The two of us separated by a wall, breathing. The wooden floor creaked, slowly. Then I saw her hair, her clothes covered in some paint and part of her squared glasses. She stopped, she didn't even look at me. She whispered:" If you want to take your own way then go, go away from here. Take your stuff, I don't want you here anymore" I was hurt, but I've been hurt for so long it didn't feel like pain. She forced herself to turn around and look at me. She did. She had black spots under her light blue eyes. I used to love those eyes that bright up the room. When I was a little munchkin she would look at me with her big eyes. She would smile at me and I would smile back. Not this time. This time was different, I looked at her and I saw...I don't know what I actually was looking, but surely wasn't happiness. Fear, disappointment, sadness I don't know. A tear came down her cheek as I brought my hands to my face. We were just staring at each other. I could totally see her tired and drugged eyes. She has been taking so many drugs and alcohol since the incident. At last she became depressed and it has been hard to take care of her after these couple of months. We were both tired I could tell by the way she was looking at me. "You've lied to me" she took all of her forces and managed to get some words out of her mouth, "you could of talked about this to me". I didn't even expect her to talk so I stood there forcing myself to talk as she did. " Sorry" I didn't know how to talk "sorry, mum".