Chapter 7

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Art is permitted to survive only if it renounces the right to be different, and integrates itself into the omnipotent realm of the profane.

~ Theodore Adorno
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Everybody is sleeping, except for me, I toss and turn In my bed, hoping I can have a perfect position, so maybe the spirit of sleeping tried visitting the crap out of me.

But with no luck.. I really cant sleep, My head was pounding with so much problems.. The scene awhile ago, was repeating in my head again and again.. Ughh! Can't a girl have her beauty sleep!  this is so frustrating My life Is so frustrating.. I believe in happy ever after, but I think those sweet words don't fit In my world. My stepmother once said that I was the spawn of the devil then I ask her if she was talking about my father being the devil I was young back then and I knew nothing about what she was talking.. I nearly got a slap for a price just by answering back, so that day though, I was smart enough to know that I should keep my mouth shut..
Then my Mother.. *sigh.. She was perfect, we always had our day out, only for girls.. We smiled, we laugh, and giggles.. I was once the happiest girl in town when my Mother was still here..
I was crying again but not from pain. I cried because of those happy memories, me and my Mother share.. Until then my eyes begins to close, then tiredness consume me into an endless pit of darkness...

Sunlight hit my face, I shut my eyes then look for my clock 5:45 A.M, Early in the morning, I heave a sigh before walking through my window. yeah. A window, even though they were my abusers, they don't want anybody, a part from the family sleeping in a small room..
I roamed my eyes, the exact interior I wanted this room to look, The room is not big nor small.. It was a simple room with green wallpapers and creamy white ceilings.
A few paintings were hanging in the wall, a small family size bed, a lamp, study table and a mini book shelves filled with many books.. I sat at the seat near my veranda were my painting was placed I paint those paintings that were hanging in my walls are mine..

painting is my favorite hobby it was a stress reliver for me, I painted a hundreds of paintings but I sell them or donate the others in charities, I already have my own money in a young age, I don't need my mother or my fathers wealth. I only wanted needed  their love, A fathers love to his daughter but yet, even a single glance, he forbid to give, but that's okay, time will come he'll love me with all his heart and I am going to make that happen soon..

I snap my eyes ahead to see a beautiful scenery the sunrise nothing will beat this breathtaking scenery I am watching, As i watched the scene I paint it too, the colors blend pretty good and really magnificent.
Everytime I paint. I just can't help but to be amaze how they perfectly blend with each other, *I laugh without any humor, the thing is I should hate painting because unlike paint my life don't blend well.. Am I  crazy for thinking that I was, I am jealous of my paintings? sometimes a thought would cross in my mind, is it bad that I want to be the paint and my father would be the painter and he'll paint the picture of my mother his wife or so I thought, After my paint with the beautiful sunrise I headed back, inside my room, I cleaned my room then washed my face, I changed in my own comfortable clothes.
And strutted down the hall but not before I secured the lock of my room, that night when flora walks in my room without any problem I was stupid enough to let my door open but that.. will never happen ever again, I don't mind flora walks in my room I trust her, but not the people inside these household..

I walk in the kitchen and greets all our kitchen staffs then hurried through the pantry to cook some foods for them...
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AUHTOR'S note:

Hiiii again...  Chapter ends here, the next chapter's will be so heart and bone crushing..

Soooo... yeah.!! cheer up because this, is still not the beginning

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