TORN

Chapter 6

~Crim's POV.

I kept my head down the rest of the day, moving from lesson to lesson like a zombie, my body on auto pilot, my mind stretched to the point of breaking. I can hear conversation that I shouldn't be able to hear, people saying things without lips moving. I've gone mad.

I'm sat in my last lesson, Art, my favourite, painting has always been my way of relaxing, expression and trying to put the beauty of nature on a canvas, beauty sometimes i think im the only one who sees but today i can't concentrate, my hands move like they know what they should be doing, following the process they have done countless times but without any creative input. The clock is ticking its almost 14:30... another weird thing about this school, it finishes earlier than any school I've ever been too, this isn't my first school. We moved here 6 months ago on a whim by my parents, they felt compelled to move here. I was against it at first but no matter how much i tried to reason with them nothing worked. The first month was nice, I enjoyed being here because we were surrounded by nature, a flame to my creative spark, month 2 school started, the first week was as you can expect it would be being a new girl in a small school but i thought things would be normal after that, maybe expecting normal from a place that was anything but was my downfall but I was content, happy even but why on my 16th birthday do all i feel is dread... darkness and the feeling that my life will be shrouded in it.

The bell rings dragging me from my thoughts. I look around the class to everyone staring, looking impatient.

"Miss Light, would you care to show your painting, you are holding up the class and I'm sure they would like to leave" Ms Rosa addresses me, blinking I look from my classmate's to her and then to my canvas WHAT THE HELL, the image painted before me startles me so much i push backwards falling off my chair, i quickly right myself jumping to my feet "Sorry... I..i didn't paint anything." I had no idea how I came to paint that, why I painted it but the image causes my blood to run cold, fear is all i feel staring at it.

I back away like if i turned my back on it, it will devour me, I quickly glance around the class to see the look of confusion, boredom, irritation... I reach the door, turning the handle I push it open and sprint from the room, running as fast as i could, like my life depended on it. I needed to get as far away as possible from that painting.