An Artists Epilogue

Four: Mirrors

 

Ohmi goodness, she updated twice today? WHOA. yeah so anyway. Its friday. Why not?

This chapter is pretty long but I like it so. thats good.

Hope you like it!!!

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Forget about school. Forget about friends.

I needed food.

I had run away from whatever was happening back there (after snapping a few pictures of the-my-art piece) and made my way down blocks and blocks until I finally had to stop and take a breather. I wiped my eyes and cursed myself for almost crying. I will not cry. Never.

I looked up and saw a fast food sign just down the road and started walking toward it. I couldn’t tell if I was hungry or not but I went ahead and believed that I was.  

I tried to clear my mind but it didn’t work. What just happened? They were so quick to doubt me, I barely had a chance to say anything before they left. Ane a car wreck? I just don’t have any recollection of one. Oh, and apparently, they all thought I was dead. I stopped in my tracks.

Maybe they all were pulling some kind of prank on me? What if the painting wasn’t real? It was just a reflection or projection.

I pulled on my hair and sighed before I started walking again.

I walking into the restaurant and stood in line. When I got up to the register, the cashier twitched slightly. He had dark green eyes and not-so-natural blond hair. I gave him an odd look before ordering. I grabbed my food and sat down at a booth with me, myself, and I. I slowly began to eat my food until I realized I had scarfed it all down. I sat there on my phone for a bit, trying to find more about what was happening at school.

My stomach began to ache but I dismissed it because I thought it was because I ate too fast.

That wasn’t it.

I suddenly grabbed my stomach and darted for the bathroom. I only got a few weird looks. I rushed into the only stall available, which had to be the smallest.

Now, I don’t have a thing against fast food or anything. But, oh, that was gross.

I emptied my stomach into the toilet and sank down onto the floor and hagged my knees in.  I realized at the food I had just barfed up was not digested at all. It was just-ew.

I washed my mouth out in the sink and then looked at myself in the mirror. I quickly jumped back and understood why the cashier had flinched when he saw me and why my friends believed that I wasn’t me.

I was so pale. Like almost white-pale. And my eyes. My eyes were bright violet.

I rubbed them and then looked back at the mirror. They were still purple. I backed up slowly against the wall and breathed deep breaths. Someone peaked their head out of a stall and asked if I was okay. I nodded and they quickly washed their hands and rushed out.

I was freaking out. I even cleaned the mirror to see if there was something on it and then moved around to see it it was a reflection from somewhere else. The only other purple thing in the bathroom was my hair so I flipped over the brown side to cover it up. My eyes were still purple.

I cursed and looked down at my pale hands. What was happening to me? To whoever I was?  

I suddenly started to become angry and annoyed at what was going on and at my friends who abandoned me and my brother for leaving and how everyone jumped when they saw me and my digestive system wasn't working and someone copied my work and the bus forgot about me and-and…