Dear Jason,
I know it has been a while since I have written to you but I have been pretty busy with everything. Please don’t be mad. Anyways, I painted a picture of you, I made sure to put major detail on your beautiful smiles. I have been working on it over the past few weeks and I am almost done, I know you would love it.
I wish I could visit you, I remember the first time we met in the diner, you were in your uniform sitting at the table and I came over to take your order. My breathe was taken away when I saw your face and I know you felt the same about me, after that day you always came back, almost single day and sat at the same table unless someone else was there, you would just wait until they would leave, I knew it was because you had a weakness for me.
I miss when things were like that! I wish they could come back, to bad things will never be like that again.
Love,
Payton.
Putting down my paint brush I rubbed my arm across my forehead accidentally smudging paint all over my face. Walking over to the sink I ripped a paper towel off of the role and wiped my forehead, laughing at how I carelessly put the paint there in the first place.
Tossing the paper towel in the trash and then walking back over to my painting I examined it very carefully. The painting was beautiful it was a rainbow colored masterpiece, the most colorful parts were my favorite parts of Jason, his eyes and his smile, the colors mixed so beautifully that you were automatically drawn right to his eyes and his smile, which was exactly what I wanted.
Looking at the painting that laid before me it brought a tear drop down my cheek, damn I missed this boy.
Walking back over to the sink I washed out my paint brushes and cleaned up my space there was nothing left for me to do here so my painting class was over.
Taking a step back I looked around at the colorful happy classroom, this room had a comforting sense to it, I believe Mindy had a touch.
I was so sad because this was my favorite place to be around here, I spent so much time in this classroom the past few weeks I was here, things had gone by so quickly and I had really forgotten why I was even here.
Sitting down on my stool waiting until the class was done I started to have my eyes wonder around onto the other canvases around me, the first painting I saw was the young girl June’s painting. The painting was a very disturbing picture, it was a picture filled with black, different shades of grey’s, a little bit of white and a lot of red. The picture was very hard to interpret but I could tell it was not a happy picture like mine, the picture had something to do with blood, I believe the blood was coming out of someone’s arm and tears were running down the one cheek that was shown in the picture, the face was not familiar to June’s but the eye was, the eye showed the same sadness and the same worry that her’s had shown, it showed guilt, sorrow and depression and I had a deep feeling that this was June in the picture. Looking over to June’s wrist to see if my conclusion was right I saw her arms covered by long dark sleeves of a shirt.
Even though the face was not the same I believe that it was a mask, that June had a problem with expressing herself and letting other people in to her life, that even in a picture she could not show herself because she was afraid of other people, and what they would say and do.
This picture had shocked me, I could not believe that in all of this time I had spent here in this room I had never noticed this painting, it was so wonderful and moving but also so disturbing and gruesome, I had been so caught up in my own work. I wonder if any of the other paintings were like this one too.
