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Introduction
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I sat by the window as I painted random strokes of color on the canvas; I liked painting, it was all I did for a living. I painted portraits and other things for people and got money for it. I even had a website set up, and I must say that my business was booming.
I didn't have to talk or try to hear what people said because it was done online, the person would send me a picture, and offer me a price. Since it was always people with money that wanted my paintings they always offer a generous amount.
As I hummed a tune, I saw that I was painting a dark figure; I always painted freely, not fixed on an objective, but going with the flow as people called it. The painting was strange, the dark figure looked just like my previous ones but it was closer than my last one as if it was walking to me.
Every year on November 5th, on the day I almost died, my hands would paint the same figure. It started out as a mere point in the canvas but like every year past the point grew into a figure, and the figure was getting closer.
I thought it was weird when I compared all the paintings that had the same background of autumn leaves falling as the dark figure approached but I thought that it was just my mind involuntarily drawing the figure closer every year on the same day since I was lonely.
I mean, what am I supposed to infer from that? That some kind of evil being or someone dark is coming for me and that it's getting closer? Ptch, that's just ridiculous.
Sometimes I paint my painful past, to relieve me of the pain, I know that it's weird, but that is how I cope with my past.
When my mind felt like it had enough of freelancing, I looked at the painting and my eyes widened as I dropped my brush on the wood floor. The dark figure looked like it was looking at me and smirking, the smirk on its face made the hairs on my arm stand on end, and I had no idea if it was the good or the bad chills.
I snapped from my trance, picked up the brush from the floor, and cleaned up the mess I made before it could stain the floor. After putting my painting utensils away I took the canvas and put it on the balcony to dry, even though I felt a little creeped out by it, I still wanted to keep it.
I went on my laptop to see if I had gotten any request and to my dismay, I did not, I only got replies on how amazing my paintings were. I sighed and opened a new tab, I had Google search opened and I did not know what to do.
I soon decided to research the mind, unconsciously imagining a dark figure, the only thing I got was sleep paralysis, which didn't apply to me since I wasn't sleeping and delusions weren't it either since I was painting it.
I sighed, giving up on the search, and put my laptop on hibernate. I went to the kitchen to fix myself some dinner and decided on making myself some chicken Alfredo. When I finished, I cleaned up and took a plate out to eat.
I couldn't help but feel the vibration of the fork hitting the plate, and notice the empty seats next to me. I was alone and it would always be that way, whether I liked it or not.
Why am I alone? Well, I am alone because I never had friends, to begin with, everyone at my high school thought I was a freak since I was the only deaf person there. I have no family because my father was an only child and my grandpa and grandma died when I was three.
After mom died when I was 8 years old, my father started to abuse me with no intentions of stopping, I always had to cover up my bruised up the body and try to act normal in front of my teachers. One Time I had forgotten to cover up a bruise on my arm and a teacher noticed and asked me about it.
I just told her that I was clumsy and I had fallen and hit something hard, Â She nodded her head and I thought she believed me until I got home and my father started yelling, and I got the second-worst beating in my life. The first was the day mom died, he had blamed me and I couldn't blame him.
It was my fault my mother died. She died trying to protect me from a kidnapper. Some guy found out that I was deaf and didn't talk, so he tried to take advantage of that. One day I was playing in the sandbox outside my house and out of nowhere someone covered my mouth, I guess he wanted to make sure I wouldn't try to scream. My mom ran out yelling as she had her cell phone to her ear, probably talking to the police, and she grabbed on to me. I noticed something in the man's hand and before I could even see exactly what it was, I saw a red pool on my mom's stomach and she fell to the ground. Before the guy can escape with me, the police arrived and restrained him. I watched the blood pool around my mother and I cried my eyes out...
I snapped from my painful thoughts and washed my dish and then headed for the shower. After I got out, I put on a large T-shirt and snuggled with my human-sized teddy bear. How I wish that there was someone, a real person to share this bed with.
I fell asleep with this thought in mind.
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I woke up the next morning and looked out my window as I always do to see a crow sitting on a tree and cawing at me, I waved at it since I'm so used to seeing him during the month of November. After I was done getting ready, I headed for the kitchen to make my morning cup of java, as the coffee maker started I brought out my painting utensils and easel. I then went to retrieve the canvas from the balcony, it was now dry, and so I brought it to my gallery room and put it on the table.
'I need to remember to get a frame for it' I thought and then I left the room.
As I painted freely, I noticed that I was painting the dark figure again, I thought it was weird because I usually only painted it once on the same day. This time I couldn't see the rest of the body of the figure, it was now a head and shoulders and the smirk was still there.
I could see the figure's plump lips and profile, it had broad shoulders, and I could now see the outline of the eyes and nose. 'I wonder why it's so close?' I was then snapped from my thoughts when I saw something orange move outside the window and then I realized that it was a truck, a moving truck.
I thought it was weird because there were only two houses in this neighborhood and the other one was empty, A corporation was still building the neighborhood and I'm pretty sure no one would move into an isolated neighborhood, so far from the main town. Curiosity got the best of me and I had to look.
When I looked out of my window, I saw the moving truck parked in the driveway, and then I saw a fancy black sports car follow suit, I kept looking, wanting to know the owner of such an extravagant car. When he exited the car, I felt my throat hitch at the drop-dead gorgeous man before me, there was no way he was my neighbor!
As if sensing my gaze, his head snapped in my direction with a smirk making me jump from the window. 'God that felt weird, maybe it was my imagination, there is no way he knew that I was looking.'
I shook my head, trying to get rid of the image of him from my mind, and went to get my coffee. Right as I was going to drink it, I saw blue flashing indicating that the doorbell was being rung, thinking it was the newspaper; I put down the mug and headed to my door.
I opened the door and my mouth dropped. There he was in all his blue button-down glory, smiling at me, and I swear that my nethers had a might reaction to him. He had dark brown hair with piercing grey eyes that had dark rings around them. His five o'clock shadow made him look ten times hotter, his button-down showed his bulging chest, and his arms flexed making me almost drool.
I saw his throat move, letting me know that he cleared his throat, catching my attention and making me blush because he probably saw me checking him out. His mouth moved and he then gave me his hand. I felt awkward because I couldn't understand what he was saying and I couldn't tell him either.
I never tried reading lips so it made it harder, I just shook his hand and smiled acting as if I understood him. He was going to talk, but I didn't realize until I already closed the door on him. 'Great, now he probably thinks I'm a bitch.'
'Whatever, It's not like he was going to continue to talk to me anyway and he probably would have stopped talking to me completely at some point, after he figured out that I was deaf.'
I went to the kitchen and got my coffee, ignoring the monitor that was telling me that someone was at the door. I went to the canvas and started painting, as I finished, I looked at the painting and heat instantly ran to my cheeks.
I had painted him, and he didn't exactly have clothes on, only in his boxers. 'I can't believe I painted that!'
'God, he looks sexy! Snap out of it Brooks, he doesn't want you, you're deaf and there is nothing you can do about it
I sighed and put my brush down and decided that I had enough devious thoughts for the day.
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