My Bloody Canvas

There is beauty hidden in life, but until the veil of the living has been lifted you can never truly see it. In death, beauty is clear.

The first time Anastasia encountered death, she was six. Unlike a normal child she wasn’t scared but fascinated. Her parents drove her to the edge, forcing knowledge down her throat. She strived to achieve and please them. Aged nine her brother, who had been living with severe schizophrenia for his fourteen years of life, committed suicide. Her parents, made beautiful art from his death. Still trying to become their pride and joy, she too created her own art from his fatality. It became apparent she was their prodigy. If only they’d know how far she would go for her art…

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