''if you can't wake up from the nightmare, maybe your not sleeping...''
''i became friends with my nightmares...I consider them my personal artwork.''said the small girl holding her sketchbook close to her chest, a faded smile painted on her lips...
Small taps on the table were heard, pages turning and a faint music peeking from somewhere. A pen fell to the ground as a girl picked it up. She looked at the small pen and gave away a faint smile. she placed the fallen pen onto the table and turned her gaze to the small sketchbook on the same table. a frown appeared on her face as she quickly took the sketchbook and ripped out a piece of paper in it. The drawing carelessly fell to the floor as the girl placed her head on top of her cold fragile looking crossed arms that were resting on the table side beside all the pens and pencils she had wasted for nothing; at least for her it was nothing than a waste of money, paper and time, the things she couldn't get back. She stayed in this position for a while before she turned her head to the side, revealing only half of her face to the open air to look down at the crumbled pointless piece on the floor, she quickly returned to the warm mess of her arms as a frown appeared on her face, not wanting to see the picture. The little piece of work that reflected herself, her feelings, her talent, a piece of herself; an artists work is considered a piece of the wrist itself. She stood up and paced down to the kitchen floor. She opened the fridge door to get out a small cold drink to cool herself down.
''you got everything packed?'' asked a deep voice behind her making her jump a bit, almost spilling the cold beverage. Turning around, which made her long gold locks moved to the side she noticed the one who had ruined her peace and the deep thoughts she had. ''dad! Quit scaring me like that!''she said clearly mad at her father. The man let out a sweet teasing laugh, which made her even more angrier ''I'm sorry, did my existence scare you?''he asked the small girl in front of him,he loved to tease his daughter. The girl rolled her ocean blue eyes and placed the small cold half empty glass bottle of orange juice back into the fridge ''NO! And no, i haven't FINISHED packing yet.''she said emphasising the word finished ''You do know we are heading out tomorrow right?''The man asked as he crossed his arms, rising a brow after the question was asked. ''Yes i do. Im not stupped!!''she answered simply rising a brow herself. She let a small laugh escaper lips after the phrase, her father joined her laugh. They had a special bond, her and her father liked to joke around as her father understood the jokes not like her mother. Every joke she had made, her mother, she had turned into an argument. The smallest things could make up an argument. Sometimes she even thought how could her parents be together, they were such different people, but they didn't have any major fights or anything so she let the thought pass her mind every time. She wasn't a big ''friend''with her mother but she still wanted the best for her and wouldn't like her parents to get a divorce. She walked pass her father, making her way back upstairs into her burned castle while still having a small smile on her lips.
The exact moment she entered her room the small warm smile was long gone. She picked up the piece of paper from before and scanned it. A frown appeared on her face. She couldn't look at the disappointment Much longer so she crumbled up the disposable piece and threw it into her old black trash can that hadn't been emptied in weeks. She made her way to the closet, revealing all her clothes. She took out all of them and threw them carelessly on the maroon colored bed sheets. She started to fold her baggage carefully. Before placing the first piece of clothing into the suitcase a small greyish-white creature jumped into it. The sapphire eyes met her ones as she let out a small laugh. She picked up the creature, making more room on the bed she sat down placing the smaller one onto her lap ''Phoenix... don't jump into other peoples suitcases like that!''she said giving away a small faded smile as she petted the kitten, making the kitten purr at her act. She laid the kitten onto her bed as she continued to pack her suitcase with more of her belongings.
About an hour passing she finished up with the suitcase; moving some loose strands of hair out of her face she looked around her still called room that brought back more of her childhood memories ''now... the rest of it...''she said murmuring to herself in a tired voice. She turned her head towards the door looking at it before simply reacting after a faint knock ''yes?''she asked, the door moved for a inch or two revealing her fathers face what was peeking through it ''how is everything going?''he asked looking around the messy room ''I'm done... with clothes, now i need to deal with everything else I guess...''she answered to the question her father asked as she picked up a old cardboard box and placed it near her bedside table, loading it with her belongings. ''Okay. First do you need help with anything and dinner is ready.'' he announced as he fully opened the door this time to make his way Inside. ''Yes sure. I would love to get help''she let a small chuckle escape her lips, later it dissolved into a more natural but still cheery look ''But first lets have dinner, before the food gets all cold'' she picked herself up from the ground and made her way to the stare case, walking down the stairs she could smell the food her father had been working on himself. She turned her head towards her father to who was following her to the kitchen ''Hey dad where is mom? Its pretty late already...'' she asked having a worried undertone to her soft fragile voice. She took a chair under the table as she sat down on it; looking at the dishes she still was waiting for her fathers reply. ''Oh... she's working, but lets have dinner. She will come home later''he said as he pulled out the chair from under the table and sat down. Mashed potatoes, a bit of grilled beef and a simple salad. He couldn't fuck this up; right? She knew her father couldn't cook very well so she decided to be respectful and give away a reassuring smile. She placed some of the food onto her plate. ''I hope I didn't ruined the dish....''he spoke almost eating the last words and mumbling them under his breath before tasting his glass of French wine from the year 1996.
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
