Falling (Silently) For The Deaf Boy

Chapter Two; Inside His Mind

A great big hug and lots of kisses to all of you that read the last chapter! I got a lot of comments O.O Hey look, I'm online and actually writing something! Wow, that took months to come back to Wattpad, didn't it? Anywho, I hope you like this chapter and all of that jazz! :) 

Dedicated to LoversBrokenHeart because I promised her a chapter on the last edition of 'F(S)FTDB', but because I redid it, she never got one, so here you go! :-)

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Chapter Two; Inside His Mind 

Lucy's POV

I lingered outside my art classroom, eager to get inside. I had always loved art, even as a young child. Art let me free, let me loose. It gave me an escape and allowed me to do whatever I pleased, without anyone telling me not to. It was by far my favourite lesson. I looked down the corridor as I waited for the teacher to allow the class inside, looking to see if I could find Callum. I wanted to know if he had a good day or not. I needed not wait much longer, as I caught sight of the brown haired boy, being showed to the art classroom by a male teacher. Callum pointed to me and the teacher smiled, turned on his heel and left Callum to walk over to me. When Callum reached me, he smiled, showing off his white teeth. It looked like he had had a good day. I sighed, relived. The second bell suddenly rang, signalling that the lesson had to start. 

I heard the door to the classroom open as the students started to flood in. Tugging Callum's sleeve gently, I followed everyone else into my favourite classroom. The familiar smell of paint filled my nostrils, calming me down considerably. I let out a happy sigh as I sat myself down on my stool. Callum put his rucksack on the empty space next to me, rummaging through it to find the note he showed every one of his teachers. Our art teacher, Miss Adams, smiled at all of us. She was a very short lady, only a little bit taller than me, but her huge personality made up for that. She was a happy teacher who made everyone happy. Callum found the note and walked up to the front, handing it to Miss Adams. She read it quickly, her eyes darting across the crumpled up paper, before she nodded and smiled, giving Callum a thumbs up. Callum walked over to our desk and sat down next to me, pushing his rucksack onto the floor. 

"Settle down class. Now, as it is the first day back, I want you to just paint freely on a medium sized canvas. You will find them behind the bookshelf at the back. Paint something that represents you. It can be a portrait or your favourite possession. I don't mind. Just have fun and try to make as much mess as possible! Now, crack on!" Miss Adams called out to the class. She always asked us to make a mess, because we were all surprisingly tidy teenagers. Miss Adams also lived by her famous quote 'A tidy classroom is a sad one', meaning she wanted us to be messy and, I quote, 'reckless'. 

The sound of chair legs scraping against the hard floor signalled that everyone was getting their equipment. I got up and motioned to Callum to follow me. Weaving between people and their canvases, I managed to reach the bookshelf to fetch myself a canvas. I picked one up and handed it to Callum, who had found the paintbrushes. Smiling, he took the canvas from me as I picked up one for myself. He trotted back to his seat and sat down on his stool, waiting for me. I set down my canvas and a cup of water to clean our paintbrushes with. I then got the acrylic paint and put that down between us for us to share. With that, we started to paint.

I was a bit stuck for ideas until I decided that I would me sitting under a willow tree with a book. I made everything look slightly disorientated, the leaves of the tree purple and the grass blue, the sky pink with mint green clouds. Those sorts of huge differences that made it look exactly like it did in my mind. Other people were painting prized possessions, family, friends, pets, but Callum...he was painting something that looked, well, dark. It was a boy with no apparent features, just a silhouette painted to look like he was curled up in a ball. I gulped as I noticed he was now painting what looked like shadows surrounding him, pointing at the boy, mocking the boy.

In what way did this represent his life? I watched as Callum's paintbrush swept over the canvas, making the painting look messy, but seriously amazing. I studied the painting before I realised, was this how Callum represented being deaf? Was the boy meant to be him? Were the shadows the people and the squiggles the sound, not quite hitting him but still hurting him? I blinked back tears, it really was so emotional and really allowed you to see what was going on inside his head. What was worse, was that the whole picture was painted in black.

With my heart now filled with sympathy, I looked back to my own canvas and distracted myself by making the clouds more candyfloss like, that is, if you can even get mint coloured candyfloss. I twisted the paintbrush in my hand, unsure of what to paint next. After a couple of seconds of just thinking, I decided I was finished. I looked back to Callum, who was biting on his bottom lip, concentrating hard as his hand made swift movements with the paintbrush on the canvas.

I smiled to myself, he looked so into the painting, like this was his life and soul. It looked as if he were channelling meaning and his own soul though his arm, through the paintbrush and onto the canvas. The painting was so passionate, so wonderful...but it was so sad.

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The hour gradually ticked by and before I knew it, the bell had rung, causing me to jump and almost knock the water cup onto my canvas. Sighing with relief, I tapped on Callum's shoulder and pointed towards the back of the classroom, where we would leave our canvases to dry. Callum helped me (as best as he could) to put everything away and tidy up our table.

We placed our canvases next to each other at the back of the classroom and walked back to our stools, to fetch our things so we were ready to go. Eventually, Miss Adams dismissed us and the class filed out through the door. I hung back with Callum, so he wasn't walking on his own. I gave him a thumbs up and a thumbs down the shrugged. I was asking him if he had enjoyed his first day at school. I hoped he had understood. Apparently he had, he gave me an 'In the Middle' thumb and shrugged. I patted his arm, gently. He smiled down at me with his flawless, white toothed smile. I bet the tooth fairy loved him when he was younger. We walked towards the front gate, in a comfortable silence. Of course it would be silence, I didn't even know if he talked yet. As we neared the gate, I saw a woman who looked remarkably like Callum, with the same hair colour and bright white teeth. So it ran in the family, then. Callum lead me over and hugged the woman who I presumed was his mother, before he waved goodbye to me and held his mother's hand, so she could lead him safely across the road. A few people snickered, but Callum didn't see. Either he was ignoring it or he just didn't see them.

Poor Callum, he was going to have to put up with this snickering, because I could tell it was just going to escalate and get much worse...

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AT LONG LAST, A CHAPTER! That took ages, didn't it? But with questioning from kanz_musicoholic, I have finally brought you a chapter! :) Thanks to her, you have one :P

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