The brush flowed over the paper. The colors blended perfectly. Music may have been loud and angry sounding but the painting didn't reflect the aggression. The mix of screams, guitars, and the smell of paint was calming. It took me to a happy place, I could forget about all the pain and heart break. I could forget the tears of agony that shook my body.
My playlist ended, leaving me in silence. The brush in my hand froze. All the bright colors only reminded me of her. The way her blonde hair shone in the sunlight. Her brightly colored sundresses she wore, the flowers she loved. The way her eyes light up every time she saw me, the way she would hug me when I came home from school. How her soothing voice calmed me down when I was upset. She was my everything. Now she's dead.
I dipped the brush and smeared black over the colors. I threw the canvas across the room in a random burst of anger. Why did she have to go?
I needed to get out of this house, it reminds me to much of her. Plus just starting out being an artist didn't exactly meet the amount needed to pay bills. I've always wanted to live in the city anyways. It'll keep me busy enough, it'll keep me from thinking so much.
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FanfictionRickys mom just died and needs a new start. He moves to Chicago looking for ways to distract himself from his pain and mental illness. Much to his surprise he barely has to step outside his apartment to find it.
