My Worthy Life

I am alone here, Trap in the darkness, I wonder why how I got in here. Even though the likings of me does deserve this kind of thing. Why can't I move? Am I no longer a human? This doesn't make any sense to me. What have I become? What am I now? Is this my fate?

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"Dave! Someone is calling you at the door."

*I put down the pencil*

"I'll be there in a second."

I am walking in the hallway. I saw many Drawings on the wall. They are all drawn by me. Each drawing that I make has different quality and types of drawing. I have been an artist for many years now. When I started my life as an artist. I have a long way that makes me put my life onto it.

*I open the door*

"Greetings, Dave. My name is Fiora, I am a writer."

"Oh! I know you. I have seen many of your story. I even have a collection in each book you have, so what did you come here for?

"I see, thank you for that. I came here because you are a famous artist, right?"

"Indeed it is. So what is it?"

"I came here to write a story about your past. Since you are famous because of your drawings. Maybe you can tell me what is your story from the past."

"Oh. I think I can tell you about it, But it would be very hard to listen to it. Are you sure you want to?"

"Yes, this is what i came for."

"Okay then, why don't you just come in and have a sit in the living room."

I let her come inside in my house and let her sit in the living room. I even make some coffee for her, she must be exhausted for coming in here. I'm gonna tell her about my past eh? This might be hard to explain...

*I put the coffee in the table*

"Oh, thank you Dave."

"No Problem. But I have a question."

"What is it?"

"Do you ever had experience that you are suffering in your life?"

"Actually, no. Is this from your past?"

"Well... it is. Just as you know. I have taken many years to have this kind of life. I suffer and work hard to reach my dreams."

"Uhm... is it okay if you can tell me all of them?"

"Yeah, Its fine. Are you ready?"

"Yes"

"Okay then, Here we go. It first started in my young age-"

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In our fieldtrip. We came to the National Museum of the Philippines.

"Dave! Come here, This is amazing."

My friend shows me a drawing from a person that I don't know, but he is famous.

"Is that really a drawing? Its amazing"

I was amaze by the greatness of structures in its drawing. This is the first time I have seen a beautiful drawing. Because of this drawing, I started drawing some pictures and tried to copy it. I was having a great time drawing a lot. This is the time where I get addicted to drawing.

"Dave! Its time for Dinner"

My mother keeps screaming until I heard her, but I didn't. When my mom come to the room. My mother was surprised by what she saw in my room. Everything is drawing. On the floor, bed, wall, and etc. Everything is filled with paper and drawings. My mom tried to stop me and have a rest. But I ignore her. She look closer to me that she saw my eyes... I don't know what is going into me in that time. My mom touched me and I am back to normal. I don't remember what happen to me. The only thing I remember on that time is that I love to draw. Everything is gone back to normal, but it didn't stop right there.