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The Canvas

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Reads 296
Votes 25
Parts 10
Time 20m

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abuse angst canvas characterdeath dead death drugs entity family femalelead horror-thriller madness mentalhealth murder mystery-thriller paintbrush painting paranormal school slowburn suicide triggerwarning

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‎Morning light. Silence.
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‎I sat upright, staring at my supposedly "blank" canvas, now painted. A girl's head was submerged in discoloured water. Her eyes were wide, fear carved into them with cruel precision. Her mouth gaped soundlessly. One hand clutched an unseen wrist, the grip of whoever held her under. A cut split her forehead; her lower lip was bruised.
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‎I couldn't look away.
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‎My pulse slowed, breath caught halfway in my chest. The room went still around me. Whoever painted this... lived it. Every stroke carried panic, like a wand in the hand of a wizard.
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‎I searched for a signature, rifling through the corners of the canvas, but found nothing. Eventually, I stopped..., throat dry, fingers trembling.
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The Witch of Calamity [Rewrite Pending] by Waffles_The_Neko

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Burnout - An Inanimate Insanity Fanfic by WORMPONY

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The Last Canvas: Every Masterpiece Hides a Sin by Yuuki_s3kai

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It's not death it's art by RedSnow1997

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The Dark Sides And Me (Darkiplier x Antisepticeye x Reader) by WildStoriesTameMinds

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The cold wind gnawed at her fading conscious as the warmth slowly began to drain from her body, pooling itself into a crimson mass beneath her still body. The thought of death was somehow amusing in the dire situation she had found herself in, or rather, trapped herself in was a more apt description of the events that had led to this moment. "Are you alright miss?" For a moment the young lady thought she was beginning to have auditory hallucinations near the end of her fleeting life however she was proven wrong when the same voice spoke again. "It's not good to sleep in the snow miss, you might not wake up in the morning." The voice was soft and gentle which filled the young lady with an odd sort of warmth she had never before experienced. It was a voice that was untainted by the world a distinct innocence that marked it as a child's voice. How ironic that the last person to witness her alive would be one of the things she tried so hard to protect. "Hey what's your name?" The young lady managed to whisper despite the pain that came from anything besides breathing. "---------------------------------" The young lady smirked, "Well then, I suppose I should tell you mine." Notes Cover Art is not mine, all credit goes to the original artist!!!!!