Chapter 9: Art of a Child

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I slid down the window glass and let the cold breeze blew my long white silky hair. The cold breeze hugs my skin as the green scenery covers the road. We are currently passing by the zigzag, on the way home. Towering trees on the sides of the road, what a breathtaking scene. I can never get tired of it.

Dad woke me up, four in the morning to come home and recover there. It's better to stay there because it is farther away from school, so it will be hard for me to escape.

"How long until we get there?" I asked my dad beside me. I'm seating in the shotgun seat. "An hour or two." The silence was deafening that you can clearly hear the noise the car is making and the whooshing sound created by the wind.

I took my earphone out of my bag and inserted the plug into my phone. I wore it and played my Melanie Martinez playlist. The first song to play is Dollhouse. I stared outside of the car, relating this song to the family I have.

I let my music and thoughts eat me without noticing that sleep already took me.

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I stretched my hand while opening my eyes. "Oh, I'm home," I said to myself, noticing that the car is already parked in front of the mansion. When my gaze hits the driver's seat, dad is nowhere to be found. I was left alone.

The door suddenly swung open, and a butler with two maids greeted me. Them maid took my things, while the other one assisted me. And the butler pushed the wheelchair towards the entrance of the mansion.

Luckily, there is a ramp so it was easy for the butler to push me towards the two giant doors of the mansion. The door has a very plain design. The exterior of the mansion has a cloudy sky theme so the walls are painted blue and white for the windows, balcony, and doors.

As the door opens, the butlers lined on the sides of the red carpet. They bow and greeted at the same time. "Welcome back, Lady Naomi."

"Where is mom?" I asked, scanning the whole mansion. It's still the same. It has a vintage interior so the majority of the furniture is made from wood. The walls are full of paintings and old pictures of our family. There are also some sculptures, miniatures, music boxes, and other furniture.

"Madame is still asleep, Lady Naomi. She will wake up in an hour," My mom's personal maid answered. I see it's just seven in the morning anyway.

"To my room. We should use the elevator," The butler then pushed the wheelchair towards the helical stairs. The stairs have a galaxy theme design so there are stars and other celestial bodies hanging around it. The second floor is my floor.

I let the hand scanner scan my left hand and the elevator doors opened as Fur Elise starts to play. This is my uncle's suggestion that every time someone is climbing the stairs or using the elevator, Fur Elise will play as if it was an alarm. So I will be warned if someone visits my floor.

We reached the second floor and Fur Elise fades away. My favorite playlist starts to play and the first song was Mansion by NF. I hid a sensor on the whole floor which will automatically play my favorite playlist every time someone is on my floor. I programmed it myself since I love to listen to music.

I let them leave first before standing up and looking around my floor. I'm in the living room and the way this is set up is almost a duplicate of the one in my hideout. In the middle is the living room and there are four corridors. In the left corridor is my bedroom, unlike in the hideout, it only has one bedroom and it has the theme of a black rose. In the right corridor are the guest rooms. The same rooms as the hideout are in the north corridor. The south corridor is also the same but you can play fewer sports there and the pool is on the rooftop.

I walked towards my bedroom and opened the door as I enter. You're probably thinking, why did I have to use a wheelchair if I can walk? The maids and the butler will get in trouble if the head maid and butler were to see that I'm walking. Everything is done for a reason, so it's better to go with the flow, or the people around you will get into trouble.

I sat on my swivel chair and noticed a box with my artworks. I scattered it around the floor and examined each one of them. These are my artworks for the past years. The majority of my artwork is dominant in black or dark colors. I noticed some artworks that I can't recall.

The first one is a drawing of two girls wearing a crown, but the one the white-haired girl is wearing is a bit smaller. There is also a drawing of a white-haired girl, holding hands with a black-haired boy, both wearing a crown. It seems like this is my fantasy as a child.

The one that really caught my attention is the drawing of a family. The mother and daughter both have white hair. meanwhile, the father and son have blue hair. All of them have violet eyes.

They are stick drawing but with color so it's hard to recognize them. I can understand the first two drawings as my fantasy, but why do I have this family drawing?

What's with these drawings? Why do I feel like crying every time I see these? What's going on with me? My head starts to ache so I put my artworks back to the box, except for those I don't recall making. I put them above my desk and I laid down on the bed. My headache is killing me. What the hell is happening with me?

I closed my eyes because of the unbearable pain in my head and I let the darkness take over me.