Life; a painting of colourful chaos we call art. Sweet with an enchantment of distress. No matter how hard you run, you can't escape from its claws.
I'm Silk, Silk Red Kourtasi, the sole heiress of one of the biggest business empires in the world, T...
Life; a painting of colourful chaos we call art. Sweet with an enchantment of distress. No matter how hard you run, you can't escape from its claws.
I'm Silk, Silk Red Kourtasi, the sole heiress of one of the biggest business empires in the world, The Kourtasi Enterprises. I could live my life in the most lavished way if I wanted to, so could my next five generations, without moving a single finger.
But do I want that?
No.
Did I wish for my parents to die?
No.
Did I want to see my brother get shot and bleed to his death, right before my eyes?
No.
Did I wish for reptiles as my family, feeding on my wounds?
No.
Did I wish for depression and anxiety?
No.
But that's what life is; expect the unexpected.
I'm not Red, like my middle name suggest. I've let pain and negativity suck out the life in me. I've let my demons feast upon every single human emotion that existed within me.
I'm a shell. A shell eighteen years of age.
I don't trust, Idon't love,Ihave no faith.
Nothing could change me.
So would I let him paint me Red?
N.O.
*****
Silk Red Kourtasi.
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