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 abuse. Somehow, both sis and I are getting used to the abuse, though getting used to it sounds like we enjoy the abuse. Of course, we don’t.
Every day, we’re always hoping that the abuse 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
