The Anonymous

Chapter 15: Lost

Shannon’s POV

After weeks of assiduous studying due to our ceaseless exams and school requirements, I can now finally work on my blog. Last week, I was so busy reviewing for our midterm examination that I wasn’t able to draw a new Through the Looking Glass content.

I am here at Zac’s apartment sketching on my new canvas in one of his rooms that I converted into my art studio. I planned to go home to Messier 69 to visit my sister, but I guess today is not the day since it’s raining dogs and cats right now.

I get up from my seat and walk towards the kitchen to get myself a mug of coffee since the cold is starting to bother me. I put the coffee beans on the container and waited for the espresso machine to brew my drink. While waiting, I shift my eyes to the fogged glass wall of the living space.

It’s been raining since yesterday night and it seems like there’s a typhoon entering our country. This weather is perfect to lay back and relax inside your home. Fortunately, I have no classes today since it’s Sunday. However, I feel bad for those who have school and work scheduled today, there’s no doubt that the rain will make commuting difficult for them.

Beep!

I avert my attention to the espresso machine and discover that my coffee is done. I slowly pour energizing and deliciously bitter liquid into my mug. The relaxing aroma of the coffee beans immediately infiltrate my nose. I blow on the coffee lightly and let myself savor the classic scent of joe.

After getting myself a plate of cinnamon rolls, I head back to my studio and continue on drawing my illustration. I feel like the nearly inaudible sound of rain in the room helps set the atmosphere and motivates me to be more creative.

I lift the paper in front of the lamp to clearly see my work. I am already halfway done with my sketch, I just want to identify if there are still any missing details I can add.

The illustration shows the true nature of the modern day heroes, commonly known as the police, that most people admire and look up to. It depicts the devious and fraudulent shining title behind the men whose bravery have lost its sense of rectitude, the men who are supposed to be the ones responsible for the safety and protection of the citizens.

This artwork was inspired by the current issue of police brutality from the country of Gereo. I learned yesterday from my social media account that the iniquity of their law enforcements is raising fear of abuse and contempt within the Gereonian people. The blatant discrimination, abuse of power, and wrongfully siding to those of within higher ranks are only few of the problems the country is facing right now.

I am showing my support and strengthening my stand by fighting against the inhumane treatment of those officers. I realized that even though every country has its own set of culture and traditions, we are still facing the same situation, same issues, and fighting for the same cause. The battle against the tyranny of despicable higher ranks is a fight wherein we will be stronger if we are united and helping each other, for a better world not only for us but also for the future generations.

I continued drawing until I felt drowsiness creep in. The mellow sound of the raindrops is like a lullaby to my ears. The coffee that’s supposed to keep me awake has failed its job, so I decided to continue the artwork tomorrow. I turn off the lampshade and somnolently trudge out of the studio to go inside my room.

I was awakened by the sound of clatters coming from the kitchen. How long was I asleep? I sleepily exit my room to check what’s the racket all about.

The delicious smell of food awakens the beast inside my stomach, it makes a soft rumbling sound when I enter the kitchen. “Good evening, I’m cooking my dinner. Have you already eaten?” Zac asks me.