The Art of the Broken Brush

Chapter 3

Days had passed normally; still stuck in my own house. How ironic. I am living inside an open house, without padlocks on each doors and windows, but still felt deprived of my liberty. I never tried to step my foot again outside. I couldn't act like how I wanted to act because my father is the dictator of my own life.

I am currently lying down on my bed while thinking of what will happen tomorrow... wait... I'm always thinking of tomorrows anyway. I sometimes imagine myself being as successful as the others, but usually, imagining painful scenarios inside my head until a single tear would whisper on my ear to stop what I am doing. Then I've realized that I am hurting myself. The hell! People were hurting me even though they don't have the right to do so.

That's why you are hurting yourself?

Yes! I, myself, only have the right to hurt me.

You know what? Stop doing to yourself what others are doing to you. At least, give love to yourself if others wouldn't.

My phone suddenly beeped so I stopped arguing with myself. When I looked at the name of the caller, I answered it immediately when I realized that it's my brother.

"Hello?" When I hear no response, I sat down on the bed.

"Tristan..."

["En-En!"]

I smiled when I heard his voice. I missed him.

"Why? Is everything okay?"

["Uhmm... Yes."]

"Why did you call?"

["I'll just ask if you're okay, En-En?"]

"Yes, baby. Why did you ask?"

["I... I had a dream. You w-were crying, and you said that you'll leave me. You won't, right?"]

"Of course! I'll be with you while you are slowly reaching your goals."

I heard that he's sniffing and I could feel that he's trying his best to stop himself from sobbing.

"Why are you crying!? Did Kazimir do something to you!?" But he didn't answer.

"Tristan."

["N-No. I just m-missed you, En-En..."]

My heart broke after hearing his statement.

["...and m-mommy."]

I smiled bitterly and wiped the tears that were streaming down my cheeks.

"I, also, missed mom, baby. Soon, I'll visit you there, okay?"

["Okay..."]

"Okay. Just call me when something happened. I love you."

["I love you."]

After ending the call, my eyes drifted to the time. It's already 2:00 A.M. I can't sleep. I went out of my bedroom and walked towards the kitchen to have some milk. After washing the glass and the spoon that I used, I decided to go back to my room. But before I could reach to the staircase, I halted when I felt the cold sweats that were dripping on my forehead. I touched my arms and felt the coldness of my skin.

"What is happening to me?" I murmured while trying to calm myself.

My vision became dark. I felt that I wanted to throw up. Shit!