Knowing his father wouldn't be going anywhere considering he had been drinking, he grabbed his brushes out of the sock drawer and painted a picture.
Again.
Roughly pressing down on his canvas because he needed to see his red works of art.
Finally, stopping because he was tired he laid his head down on the pillow and tried to get some rest.
But he couldn't.
So he just laid there in the darkness of his room wide awake and thinking.
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Dark Paradise
Short StoryA depressed boy can't take anymore of the pain he goes through {extremely short story} (COMPLETED)
