How to Paint

Betrayal - 2

So, I changed the timeline a bit, so everything was set in 3 months ago.

This is a sub-chapter of the section-Betrayal-. A.K.A, the aftermath of the soul.

Betrayal – 2

We know what black is because we’ve seen white. We know what silent sounds like because we’ve heard life. We know what sadness is because we’ve been happy. We know what death is because we’ve lived. But what if we haven’t seen white? Would we still know that we’re surrounded by black? What if we haven’t heard the sounds of life, would we still know that silent is what that seems so deafening? What if we haven’t been happy? Would we still know that we’re sad? What if we haven’t lived, would we still know that we’re dead?

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The next 3 months were filled with doctors’ appointments and psychiatrist sessions, while I lived in a temporary home. I had many checks and blood tests from the doctors to check if I was ‘safe’ for the family that was going to look after me. There were about a million forms that I had filled and after everything, today was the day i had to meet my new ‘family’; the Akwoods. I had been on a plane to fly to *****. I was then transported on a bus to a small town.

Throughout the whole journey, I was accompanied by a social worker that was helping me on the whole situation.

The plan for me to move out of Australia was so that the police could deal with my mum’s side while I was far from her to be sure that I would be safe.

Now

As the bus drove past all the small but welcoming houses, my mind again began to float elsewhere.

What if they don’t like me? What if they treat me like dad had? What if they are fake like mum?

Of course they wouldn’t like you! Who would? No one likes a broken girl. No one likes a girl that had nearly been raped. No one likes a girl that had to touch her dad’s friend. No one would like a girl like you. A thought argued back. But interestingly, I believe it. Because really, who would like me? No one. That’s right.

Pulling me out of my reverie, Ms.Katers , the social worker, told me that we have arrived.

As I stepped off the bus, my eyes wondered across the snow covered landscape. This was my first time seeing snow, and it was beautiful. The snow sparkled humbly against the warm sun rays. The whole scene resembled something sacred and pure.

I was also really glad because it meant that I could wear long sleaved clothing and still wouldn’t be judged.

Leading me to the house, Ms. Katers smiled at me. I suppose I might have looked really nervous because my hands were slightly shaking as my heart beats rapidly.

Hmmm, so I do still have a heart…interesting.

Ms. Katers knocked on the red wood door that was slightly worn out. Seconds later a lady around her 40’s appeared at the door.

“Hi, you must be Ms. Katers and Arason. I’m Mrs. Akwood” She smiled warmly. The lady was seemed to be in her 40’s and had light blonde hair. Her bright brown eyes were glazed with sympathy as her gaze landed on me.

“H-hi, Mrs. Akwood.” I stuttered.

“Arason, I have to go now, I hope you the best and hopefully you’ll see the joys of life that I had mentioned. Merry Christmas and a happy new year.” She smiled and left. Leaving me there.

“Come on in, sweet heart.” Mrs. Akwood then led me to what I think; a living room.

“So how was your day?” I looked at her shocked. No one has ever asked me about, well me. And what shocked me more was that it seemed to be a genuine question.