Skins Generation 3

Franky

Drawing. Drawing. Drawing. It is 5:13 am and I am still drawing. The sea. The forest. My mom. My sister. I never knew how much I loved drawing. Mom says I have a gift. I think my art looks like shit. I've drawn Mini and Alo and their little baby. I've drawn Liv, because I have no hatred for her anymore. I've drawn Nick. And I've drawn Matty. And lastly Rich, looking all sad and alone without Grace. Because of my stupidity. Now I can clearly see that Matty was in love with me and if I wasn't being a complete fuck up he wouldn't have gotten in the car and the worst that would have happened to Grace that night would be getting wasted. I drew Grace once and I hanged her portrait above my bed. When the lights were off I swear I could see her move. So,I buried it and cried for a really long period of time,because I never went to her actual funeral. I dropped out of college. I am just taking some art lessons for a few hours every day. I am actually working at an art museum,hoping that one day they will be showing off what I'm making. For now,I am just being polite to rich fuckheads,negotiating prices and pretending I am not catching up with their flirtatious tone. They disgust me. I haven't spoken to my dads in two years. They tried texting,calling and even visiting,but I have a real family now. They can have a happy and carefree life without me. Me and my sister have become extremely tight,it's like we were never separated. Our mom is nice,but in her own world and she can't even take care of herself,let alone us. But, I don't have a single real friend. They are all either colleagues that our relationships remain strictly typical during work hours or my sister's friends. There is only one girl I can't forget from my art class. She was wearing a muslim traditional costume that only left her eyes uncovered. Two months earlier I dropped my bag full of art supplies that spilled everywhere and she silently picked them up all and put them back in. She had never been in this class before and she never came after this one time either. And when our eyes met I'd swear I saw Grace,but then again,I see her everywhere.