The Mafia's Lost Angel

Chapter 23- Art keeps me at peace

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Hey guys, I know the last chapter I wrote about dissociative identity disorder and I asked you all if you wanted to see it within Brianna's character. But I decided not to as it won't really flow with how I've written her so far and there just so much information that I need to get write so I can't spread misinformation. I hope you learnt something like I did from the last chapter but Brianna will not have dissociative identity disorder. Now on with the story.

Ace's point of view

I was sitting with Xavier in his office and one of his men, who's name I think was Matt, was explaining to us what he saw the day Brianna was in the gym on her birthday.
"I was behind a pillar so she wouldn't see me and freak out, but halfway through punching the bag she stopped and looked at the floor. I could see her eyes getting cloudy and all of a sudden she shouted at someone to get out of her head. She punched the bag so hard that it split open and the sand poured out. I don't know what she saw or remembered, but it looked traumatising and fuelled her anger enough to rip the bag."

I sighed and covered my face. It's been 5 days. 5 f*cking days! And Brianna has not once left her room in the first 3 days let alone communicate. I've tried to talk to her but she would just ignore me and stare out her balcony window. I've even brought in her friends but even they couldn't talk to her. Mia has been taking it extremely hard. 2 days ago, Bri found an art room and hasn't come out of there. I've brought her food hoping she'll eat it. But.. she would only take 1 or 2 bites and leave it outside the door. There's a bathroom in the room so she doesn't need to come out. She also hasn't been taking any of her meds, she has such a low blood pressure that I'm terrified of what could happen if this continues. She hasn't been sleeping and neither have I. I've stayed up to try and see if there's anything I could do to help her but she just sits on the bed and stares out the balcony.

I'm getting really worried, she's never been like this. Then again, I've only known her for like 2 months so I can't really make a judgement.

As I was thinking while the two men were talking, I heard some scratches on the door. Mika! I quickly stood up and opened the door to see her sitting down and trying to tap the door. She quickly stood up and started whining at me. I picked her up and she cuddled into my chest while still whining.
"I know little one, I know. But mummy isn't feeling to well." I whispered and closed the office door behind me and walked to the kitchen.

I looked at the clock. 12:30pm. It's lunch time. I sighed and saw Mrs Blake making some sandwiches.
"Hey Mrs Blake," I greeted softly and let Mika down and she started eating her food straight away.
"Poor thing. I can tell she can sense that something's wrong with Brianna."
"Afternoon Ace. Here, I made some sandwiches." She placed two plates down and looked at me. I nodded knowingly. One for me and one for Brianna. She stood on her tippy toes as I bent down a little and she kissed the top of my head before walking out the kitchen with two other plates. One for her and one for Mr Blake.

I sighed and scratched Mika's back before picking up the two plates and walking up the staircase and down a long hall towards the art room.

I stood in front of a white door and placed the sandwiches on my arm trying to balance it before knocking. When I heard no response, I gently opened the door and took one of the plates back so it wouldn't fall. I looked around and saw sitting at the far corner painting something. Weird, she's usually in the middle and would unlock the door a little to tell me to go away with her hand.
"Baby?" I called out but she ignored me and resumed painting. I sighed and looked around. There were plain canvases everywhere. 5 draws, probably for the materials and equipment. The room had cream coloured walls, a second door, probably to the toilet. And a stair case to an upstairs studio for clay work and things like that.