Evelyn was an amusing girl, hanging out with friends and living her best life with the man she deeply loved. But suddenly found herself in a hospital room, realizing she's been in an induced coma for her past six months.
Her sense of disability lea...
"Seriously now? Tell me what was I supposed to do in a situation like that, huh?!" I yelled back as I reached down the stairs, glaring at him.
"You should have politely walked away! Not cause a big scene!"
"Oh, and you think it's that easy to get humiliated in front of everyone and not do shit about it!" I argued, my blood boiling in rage.
Does he expect me to get bullied like a weak, powerless person and easily accept it?
Well he doesn't know his daughter.
"That's what a good mannered person does!" dad spoke, and I ironically chuckled.
"Give me a break!" I said with disgust, and we both went silent.
I don't know when was the last time I talked to my dad without having to get into a fight with him. He'd always judge me instead of noticing what I was mentally going through because of him and everyone else.
He never really cared about me, or he never really knew how to do it the right way. I just want him for once to be with me and not against me.
I want him to reassure me, and not scare me even more about every single situation I'm the cause of. It's not always my fault and everybody needs to know that.
Though that might never happen, not with what's happening right now.
"God, I don't even know who you are anymore." he disappointedly shook his head, glaring at me. His words sent shivers down my spine.
"You never did anyway." I forced back a tear as I slowly climbed up to my bedroom.
I threw myself on bed as I let out a long sigh.
Digging myself into the pillow, I tried to free out my sobs, but I hopelessly couldn't. I had no power to cry or even act up.
So I decided to listen to calm music and paint Mikhail.
I grabbed out my painting tools and then tied my hair up, fixed the canvas and mixed up every color with its suitable partner.
I slowly began to line his jaw as I shadowed his cheek bones, on my way to paint his perfect straight nose.
It feels so calming painting him, the way his face is so symmetrical, the way his expression is beyond angelic. It all seemed to calm me every single time. He doesn't even have to smile and he makes me feel that everything is going to be okay. That there's no evil in this world anymore.
He's the most charming man I'd ever want to fall in love with. Constantly. Continously. Forever.
Painting him was the way I break, cry and painfully suffer.
But it was also the way I heal.
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