Paint Of Red

Chapter 1

He looks down at his paper, a reflection of what he was drawing was engraved in his dark brown eyes, almost black, as he concentrated on every stroke his pen made. His pen skimmed around the paper in almost elegant movements, his left hand in control. He never understood why but he wrote with his right hand and drew with his left. It was simply a random fact about him which was still a mystery.

His eyes followed his hand as he watched his picture became clear and take form. He heard his mothers words echo through his head which caused him to mumble under his breath, "how could something so beautiful be a curse?" a strand of his dark brown hair fell in his face but not enough to obscure his vision. He looked at the finished product of his art and it was a portrait of his mother, mother's day was coming up so he decided to make her this present Even though she would never receive it. He knew giving his mother this lovely drawing would be asking for a grounding.

He stared off at the paper with a slight look of disappointment. He wished he could show his mother this piece and receive the slightest but of praise, to show his mum what true art was. His mind was caught off guard when he heard his mother. "Samuel! Come out of your room dinner is ready!" She yells so he could hear her, her voice was kind and gentle as always with a proper accent. She was down the hallway meaning she was coming!

He scrambled to find a spot to hide his art and supplies. He hid his small journal in his drawer under his clothes, and three all of his pencils and pens into his desk drawer. Just in time aswell cause him mom burst open the door.

He quickly turns to her a nervous sweat going down his forehead, his arm twitching ever so slightly, his face pale from fear. Twitching was a normal sign that he have when he was nervous; he always was an awkward mess.

"You look as if you just saw a ghost. Are you okay Samuel?" his mother said and walked forward, putting her hand on his forehead and checking his temperature like any caring mother would. She seemed genuinely worried about her son, "don't tell me your sister did something again, I know she's a trouble maker."

He takes a deep breath and calmed himself, regaining the chilled composure he needed to play off a lie. "I'm fine mom, you startled me a bit, also Victoria didn't do anything. That I know of," He spoke the truth but in a way that didn't sound bad like he was hiding things.

His mother giggled at him being startled and ruffled his hair making it a mess before trying to fix it again frantically. He chuckles in a slight awkward tone which is how he always was with his Mum.

"Well head down to the dinner hall and Victoria should be in her way down shortly." His mother gave a warm smile and took a few steps backwards to the door in an almost dancing manner, her posture made most things she did look like she was elegantly dancing her way through life.

Samuel waits till she was out of sight and then tried to copy her dance like walk but stumbled a few times before deciding he wasn't much of a dancer. He walks rather quickly down the stairs and to the dining hall.

Victoria peered into his room, her crystal-like blue eyes glancing around to see if it was clear to enter. Her dirty blonde hair falling over her shoulder as she crept into the room. The floorboard creaking under her feet as she moved. She makes her way over to his dresser as digs around for evidence to get her poor brother, Samuel, in trouble. She liked having the attention and being seen as the good child. She opens his drawer and starts pulling out his clothes, gagging every time she accidentally came across his trousers. She then came across the jackpot, a small, tattered book filled with drawings of all types; though the drawings were innocent it was still seen as a curse in the family name.

She walks down to the dining hall after everyone has already took their seats. She had the book behind her back and had that smug look on her face like she was about to do something mean. She gently sets the book in front of her mother which of course got confused looks from her and her husband. Though Samuel knew what was coming, he knew he had to get out as soon as possible.

He began to panic as they started looking through the book; he got up as soon as he saw their face which was once calm turn into fury and anger. His father got up and forcefully grabbed Samuel by the arm, Samuel was already twitching beyond control and trembling. His father wanted to make sure he wasn't going to run. "How could you?! You know how we feel about art!" his mother says in a loud tone that echoed off the high ceilings and empty walls.

He didn't say anything he just stared at the ground with guilt in his eyes and a broken heart. His dark brown hair fell into his face, his arm felt like it was gonna snap of his father held it any tighter. "I don't get it... Why is art a curse when it's so beautiful... Everything is a form of art, music, dancing, heck even fighting is an art to be taught.... But why is drawing specifically a curse? Just cause a murderer draw doesn't make it a curse..." Samuel said in a submissive tone, not wanting to fight with his Mum.

His father suddenly slaps him, "art ruined this family!" he said in his deep raspy voice. "I think he deserves to be thrown in the basement... It'll teach him a thing or two!" his dad suggested to his wife with a raged look in his blue eyes, his blonde hair messy from the stress he's been through today. His mother nods and looks down at the book before tossing it into the fireplace. Samuel watched the embers quickly burst into a flame and engulf the book as he was dragged away.

When they get to the basement door their was a pretty long staircase down. His father pushed him down the stairs and shut the door, locking it immediately. There wasn't much he could so as he layed on the cold basement floor as the room went dark. There wasn't much light besides a small lantern. He felt an aching pain on his head as he passed out on the floor the impact of his head on the floor knocking him out almost instantly.