Chapter 15

The young teen opened her eyes, dried tears staining her face as she slowly sat up from the bed. She tried recalling what she dreamt about but nothing but tears kept spilling from her eyes, as if it was a memory meant to be locked away.

She stood up from her bed and immediately went to her easel, not even bothering to go out and eat breakfast.

Her beloved paintbrush at hand, she swiped the tip unto the canvas, messily splashing paint hear and there, undeterred by the mess she had made. It's as if her body went on autopilot as she wasn't even thinking straight anymore, her hands moved on its own as they draw and draw.