MAGEDELENE'S POV
Magedelene been getting calls, From Steph, Amanda, Philip, Sam, Even from strange numbers.
She's been avoiding it all,
The news must have circulated college.
She couldn't go through her Phone anymore.
Flashback of how the students kept staring and Jugding her with their eyes keeps replaying in her head.
Flashback of her high school flows through her, the hate still keeps her up most times.
She couldn't sleep, She's been having hard time sleeping, eating, breathing, surviving at all.
It's just been 24hours, and it like all hell is about to break lose.
Magedelene begins to shake as she takes her Phone, Opens it, Messages flooding in.
Tears building around her eyes waiting for her eyelashes to blink so they could be free.
She didn't dare open any of those messages, She goes straight to Sam number.
She needed to draw her hands out, and get that painting right, Something had to be perfect, right in her life.
Magedelene rings Sam Phone, He picks up at the first ring
"Hey". Sam says on the line gently, He didn't ask too much question.
"I need to Paint." Magedelene manages to speak, Hot tears streaming down her face.
"Yeah, Sure." Sam answers with a note of uncertainty. There's silence on the line
"Can I come pick you up?" He asks
"I can find my way there, Send me the address." Magedelene says as she stands up putting all her items in her bag, shaking tremendously.
Immediately the line goes off, Sam sends the address to her. She picks up her bag, Puts on a Face cap and a black eye shade,
She couldn't afford to bump into anyone familiar. Magedene already ordered a Cab, She gives the Cab Man the address as he moves.
Sam already waiting for her at the entrance, when she arrives.
Magedelene comes down, Clunging her bag to next to herself,
She looks around it's an Art studio.
"Why didn't you tell me, It's a studio." Magedelene asks, still putting on her shade, not wanting him or anyone knows she cried her eyes out.
Sam looks around too "Well, welcome to my little studio."
Magedelene looks at him with shock in her eyes "Dont tell me all these belongs to you?"
She looks at the wide studio once again.
She can be hard to impress but anything relating to Art, she can easily be bought.
Sam chuckles "I didn't mean it that way, It belongs to my Dad."
Suddenly Everything started making sense to her "The Art company is your Dad's?." Magedelene ask as Sam leads her inside.
There she found other People painting in their own space, People just doing their thing, some were sketching in the sheet on their own canvas, while some on the standing wood.
Sam answers her question, but she didn't hear his reply.
'This is where I belong'. Was all she could think of.
Magedelene takes off the black Eye shade forgetting her red eyes, She looks around, she didn't realize when she smiles.
"Hey, What happened to you." Sam goes closer to her as he realizes the red eyes.
Magedelene steps back from him, she was not really ready to talk about it, especially with him. That sentence
'Do not shit where you work.' Fills up her head.
She gets her bag, as she brings out the sketches and paintings, she's done in the 24 hours of her being in grief.
She hands it over Sam, She notices Sam eyes goes wide.
But she couldn't tell if he liked it or not?
"Magedelene, this is what I have been emphasizing on." Sam stammers as he talks, He stares at her for awhile giving her a long smile..
Magedelene didn't know what to say as she looks at him.
"Not to be rude here, but does the inspiration comes when you're angry or something?" Sam says with a smile on his face.
Magedelene who was already sitted to start getting into the drawing mood, looks up at Sam with a questioning eye
"I really don't get you."
Sam sees her eyes and tries explaining "You know the first time we met, I noticed you were angry when you walked into the lecture room that day and the sketches were something else and now you're Painting like a Pro."
Magedelene gives him a brief smile as she goes back to bringing out the sheet and placing on the wood, the painting liquids, pencils etc.
Sam still looking at Masterpiece, This will be one of your First work, we'll be submitting to the company.
He sits close to her, His drawing equipment were already out, So he shows her how to make Paint boldens and embody the sketches mood,
Or whatever emotion that she, as a painter would want the audience to grasp.
Steph nods her head and watches as he teaches and demonstrates in the sheet.
Other times, she would look at other Painters and their work, It made her forget every other thing.
Sam would steal glances at her, smile at her "I can tell you're feeling better." He says after he watches her paint on her sheet.
At first all the paintings she did were all expressing sad, dull and dark vibes.
He tells her, And now she's trying to paint a bright sketch.
Magedelene looks at him "Thanks for reaching out." She goes back to painting
He brings out the card from his Pocket again "This belongs to you."
Magedelene eyes shifts to card, Sam continues "You need answers, and just a phone call will solve all this." He speaks gently, Trying not to overstep.
Magedelene goes back to Painting, did her last touching and finishing "How does this look?" Trying to deflect from the topic.
Sam looks at the paintings, She could see satisfaction in his face. His eyes falls on her gentl,
He brings her hands and tightens his hands around hers
"You know all these." Sam pauses as he looks at the studio, Magedelene eyes follows suit.
"These art, the paintings, the sketches, they are all gonna be here waiting for you, Stop trying to run away."
Magedelene looks away, 'Why isn't she allowed to run away' She thinks to herself.
'The man,Her Father whom she thought had abandoned her, had been searching for her all these time, While her Adopted Mom was busy hiding her from her birth Parent.'
Magedelene couldn't get this Narrative away from her head,
She takes a look at the card once more, grabs it from Sam's hand and slips into her bag as she goes back Painting her other sketches.