As I ran up to my room, a strand of my blood-red hair fell in front of my face. I tucked it behind my ear and thought of something new to draw. I loved drawing and ever since my mother had died, I loved to imagine what she might have looked like. My Dad never showed me pictures of her. I was still shaken from the feeling of someone stalking me so I put that feeling into my brush and let my hand glide across the canvas as soon as I got to my room.
My painting was disturbing at a least, horrifying at worst. It was a blizzard of greys, blacks and reds. It featured a dark creature, not human, but a recognisable nightmare.
It's eyes were red slits and red blood poured from its devilish teeth. The corners of its mouth curved upwards into an evil grin. Before it, stood a young girl, screaming and writhing in pain as the creature clawed off her face,leaving a rotted and gruesome lob of flesh searing the girls skin. I stood back and admired my work. It was beautiful. Atleast to me. When my mother died I had tried to pretty myself up. Like she did. Every morning I would wear a light makeup to school and a pale pink headband in my platinum blonde hair. That's all changed now. People started pointing out petty details that I couldn't have noticed. For example 'you wear too much makeup'. I only ever dusted on a light concealer, blush and a rose pink lip gloss. Whenever I didn't wear makeup I felt naked. I felt as though everyone could read me like a book. I was sick of being pushed around. I got a nose ring. My dad said he preferred the stud but he agreed that the nose ring was quite nice. I died my hair. The roots were black whereas the rest were hues of red and crimson. My dad was fine with this transformation. He understood that desperate times call for desperate measures. My Dad is one of the closest things I have to me. If I ever lose him, everyone loses me. I don't want to go through more pain in my life. I inherent most of my looks from my dad, everyone says. I have long, dark eyelashes accompanied by bottle-green eyes. I have a straight nose and plump lips. Sometimes I wish I had more of my mother in me. But somehow I have more of her in me than I do me.
Hi. Bai. I'm. Lazy.
No AN because I'm feeling sick af
😭😷 Bai hope you like. I update on Tuesdays and Sundays. Bai
~Princess Quiski
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