Someday

Chapter 1

As I sit here utterly confused by this odd painting. I don't understand how Van Gogh could paint such a painting in just two days . It's odd , but it has a special touch to it that I can't recall.

"What is done in love, is done well. Words from Van Gogh, Sylvie." Mom says.

I look back up at the painting, it's gorgeous. I sometimes wonder what it would be like to be a famous artist, with people recognizing your work. But I just know my heart belongs in a successful career in fashion design, even right here.

In this beautiful city.

After a few moments of admiring the Starry Night and other paintings, we walk out and begin walking along the streets of The Big Apple. God I love this place. Someday this will be mine.

Someday.

I will own a beautiful place with an astonishing view. Mom says it's too expensive and a dangerous place. She has a point. Though all places are dangerous, even back at home. Anywhere at anytime, anything can happen.

As we walk down the street, we make a quick stop to grab pizza before heading to our hotel. The door rings as we enter.

"Hello welcome! My name's Alexis, what can I get you guys?"The worker says.

Here's a fun fact about me, I'm a very indecisive person. Mom gets super annoyed when I can't make decisions. I just stand there and think , almost like a scarecrow.

"Uhh..I would like a... do you guys have a-" We would just like a medium cheese pizza, please." Mom cuts me off.

"Alrighty then" the lady says.

"Sylvie what are you going to do when you grow and have to make your own decisions? I expect you to think and get your head together. Get it together."

I don't understand what more does she want from me?Im in volleyball, I get straight A's , I help at her home. Just because I can't think straight, that doesn't mean I have to "Get it together". I got everything together, got my whole life planned. I know exactly what I want.

I stay quiet while patiently waiting for the pizza. But I don't think I'm hungry anymore because of the amount of saliva I just swallowed. And the built up anxiety I have. It's so embarrassing when mom's call you out in public.

I want to leave.

After a 20 minute wait, the pizza is finally ready.

As soon as my mom gets her money out, I feel a presence of a person.

I try to ignore, because it's probably just the anxiety I have. Because my own mother just called me out.

As soon as I saw what I saw. Everything changed.

Just one guy. One guy is all it takes to change everything.

It's a terrible world we live in.

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It's all black.

I don't feel anymore, I don't see anymore.

Everything just stops...

Why did it stop?
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