Because Of Him | ✅

03 | Lies then Truth.



I open my apartment door and go straight to my bedroom. Throwing my bag on the bed harshly, I let out a cry of frustration. I have been holding it since I left Mr Clarke office. Whatever happened there keeps on playing in my head.

You are suspended for a week. You are suspended for a week.

That's what he said but not to the one who was behind all the mess in the art room. It was me who he said those words.

Hot tears run down my cheeks and a loud cracking noise escape from my mouth. I hit my foot on the bed in pent up frustration and anger. My whole body shaking with nerves and I feel like to hit someone. Hit him.

The footage didn't prove anything. They played from the time when my class started. I entered the room and then leaves after 30 minutes. In between that time there was no one who entered or left the room. Just my classmates when time was over. When I came back and see all the disaster. After five minutes later he came inside the room once.

There was no sign of him, entering after I leave the art room and messed those paintings. I accused him that he was the one behind that but nothing proves since he didn't come in my absence. I'm still in shocked that without entering how did he do all that? When Mr Clarke asked him why did he enter in the room? He lied and said he heard some breaking noises and came to check and found me near the wall with paint brush in my hand.

The urge to slap him again was so much at that time but I held back. He proved me like I was possessed or something as I ruined that wall of art.

I told Mr Clarke that he was lying but he wasn't convinced. I told him about the worker who came to call me but when he called him for enquiries, he denied and said he was there to check the things. I have no witnessed who can tell that he was lying, there was only me in that room at that time. All the other students were in second one which is attached to main room. All the things were against me.

When I fell in the room on my canvas, my jeans covered in red-black paint and I didn't even notice but in the office that bastard pointed out which leads to prove that I was the one behind it all. I begged when Mr Clarke was suspending me for a week but he wouldn't budge.

As for my punishment in that week he ordered me to prepare paintings to recreate the wall so that I know about hard work and didn't feel this one week as a holiday. I almost passed out from horror and said sorry multiple times, even though it wasn't my fault.  He even told me if I didn't complete he will form a meeting with department for further counseling if I should stay in college or not.

They'll have a meeting though as what I heard. In the given one week time not only I have to finish my punishment but I have to live in fear...fear of what I'll get to hear about their final decision.

There could be a case, a proper legal case on my illegal activities of destroying campus property. Illegal activities I'd no hands in.

But in their eyes I am the suspect so I instantly agreed to his punishment.

I worked so hard to get into NYU and couldn't even imagine getting an expulsion. It would crush me and my parents.

I bite my lips hard, thinking how I can prepare something in a week that meant to be completed in months. I know they won't use my paintings on the wall considering it doesn't add up. Those paintings were by some great artist who are now somewhere around the globe and it would be sort of disrespectful to use mine who haven't even gotten her degree yet. But I think he only imposed that punishment on me so I can understand the meaning of hardwork.