The Guy In The Picture

The Guy In The Picture

  • WpView
    Reads 6
  • WpVote
    Votes 2
  • WpPart
    Parts 1
WpMetadataReadOngoing8m
WpMetadataNoticeLast published Wed, Sep 6, 2017
Do I know you? Do you know me? Do you trust me? Chasity Wilson lives in a black and white world. Every day the same place , scenarios and fights. Everyday seems like it got duller and duller. The world on the tip of her fingers felt and looked more colourful than hers. Everything change when she met Skyler and slowly the colours sipped into her world. Little by little her picture began to be coloured in until slowly the colours faded away. Skyler Rae got all the colours in the world in his hands. I wanted to show it to the world but he wasn't allowed to. With all the colours but without a canvas you can't draw a picture. No one gave him one, he never got one. No one let him be himself , he never got the chance. But one the day he met Chasity, his picture was building.His colours filled her black and white world. But his canvas slowly tore.
All Rights Reserved
#532
communication
WpChevronRight
Join the largest storytelling communityGet personalized story recommendations, save your favourites to your library, and comment and vote to grow your community.
Illustration

You may also like

  • The Deadman ✔
  • The Orphan
  • Babysitter
  • Life's Unexpected Turn
  • ..You're my honeysuckle...💕
  • Colours Of The Dark (Completed)
  • I love you, But you never looked in my direction
  • Rejected Love {COMPLETED}
  • One Temptation

DIABOLIC SERIES 3 All my life I've lost my breath. It would happen over the simplest things, if I stretched too high to catch a ball, lifted something for too long, if I sneezed, if I talked. Other times I would loose my breath because I had a panic attack, or was yelling or being yelled at, if I was exerting myself on a physical level. Having the wind knocked out of me is a familiar feeling. But I didn't truly know what it felt like to loose the air in my lungs, loose the feeling that has kept my alive my entire life. I didn't loose it when I fell in love, I didn't loose it when I found out one drunken night with the girl I love would mean a baby, I didn't loose it when I found out that I'd actually be a father. No, I lost that when she told me that she doesn't love me. When she spit in my face how much she can't stand me, how I've ruined her life, that she doesn't want me in any aspect. I'm not her 'type' whatever that means, seeing as she quite willingly had sex with me. Her saying this made this ugly, lonely and depressing thought hit my diaphragm. Violet Thompson is carrying my child. And she despises me for it. The way I came to this conclusion was simple, Nonnie- -that's what I call her, since her middle name's Noel and I wanted something to call her that if I shouted it in the middle of a crowd, only she would turn to and know it's me- -told me that all she wants is someone there. A father for her baby, a physical presence. Not a mind, personality. Not a person. A body. A shell. I've been a dead man walking. And I was that shell, was just a body... until I found him.

More details
WpActionLinkContent Guidelines