Chapter 4
Going to the art room after school has become a part of my daily routine regardless of my condition and my mood. Well, art is the only way I can use to express myself and forget about the misery I have back at home. It’s the best way to keep me sane. And it’s also the reason why I’m able to survive despite the prolonged a***e. Somehow, both sis and I are getting used to the a***e, though getting used to it sounds like we enjoy the a***e. Of course, we don’t.
Every day, we’re always hoping that the a***e will stop. We don’t know how long we can last. We may already be reaching our limit before we realize it. The pain that I had back then is almost gone. But I experience the pain elsewhere instead. At least the pain that I have now won’t hinder me from holding the brush. It’s sti
