I climbed up the secret passageway to the attic and went in . The family were on a vacation but I couldn't let my guard down. I pulled my bed up, ransacking my paintings. My eyes were searching and so was I . My eyes darted around annoyed,then fell on a wall. I seemed to have a feeling of deja vu. I began seeing images in my head though blurry at first. I walked towards it,then pushed it hoping something will happen but it was a wishful thinking. Nothing happened . Without thinking,I turned and placed my hand on it muttering angrily. I was about to leave when I heard it, a creak noise,it looks like it was moving. I stepped backwards as the wall opened like a door and a painting revealed and lo and behold it was the painting am looking for. The painting that represented my fears, grief and pain. Everything came rushing back at once as I held my head in pain . The dark night, the screams,the tears, the pain and anguish and my design.
It was that night, under the stormy weather as lashes landed on my back out in the heavy rain and why??. All I did was voice an opinion. My body was brutally battered at the age of seven. My screams pierced through the wall as the pains pierced deep in my skin. Even the walls had to look away as they couldn't bear it. After three hours of pain,I was finally liberated. With surging pains in my heart, I put all emotions into painting and created a dress,so elegant, breathtakingly gorgeous and impossible to recreate.
During that time, I stumbled upon the wall and my painting being my most prided and only possession, it was the first thing I hanged there.
Facing it again was like staring at those painful memories. I shrugged and carried it with trembling hands. It was time for the hint. I jumped down from my window with the painting in hand. I didn't even know what I was thinking. While running,a lot crossed my mind , some or should I say most were of tales of my youth. I wondered, what tales will I say, what speech will I give? Will there be the joy, hurt pain,laughs,tears and separation. Will there be something I will miss? will there be something to sing about? A breaking point. Will there be that person who stand by me through thick and thin? That person who makes me smile just by the thought of him. A friend worth more than anything.
My question is, have I met them,or still waiting. Will my youth be lone or full of memories considered priceless. I will wait.. for now, now that I am willing to learn as though I will live forever and live as if I will die tomorrow. ..
I finally stopped to catch my breath upon arriving at the company. I raced in and placed the artwork on the table and called for an emergency meeting. Kiel asked what was so urgent, and I gave a light smile. I showed him the painting and his eyes lit with questions. I heaved " Our breakthrough."
After explaining to the board and analysing everything, I made it clear the dress will be made by me and Kiel began to have objections though everyone agreed.
"Please, get to work and commence the preparation" I dismissed the meeting.
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" No , you can't" Kiel pushed further after they left but I was done listening. " Everyone agrees Kiel, deal with it". Out of impulse,he pulled me closer his lingering hot breath on my neck, his darn eyes starry and lips slightly quivering as he held me tight. I was out of patience and slapped him hard and if you thought the devil was scary, you haven't met Kiel Tan where he's furious,he looked worse than a monster, his aura became icy, I felt suffocated, missing my steps. I stepped back, staggered and held the wall for support. Kiel became Micah in my eyes and the scene replayed relentlessly.