Everything was dark. Though most of the time it was here, where he roamed. She was all he thought of and ever since the accident he couldn’t forget her and would portray her through his talent in Painting and which covered the walls of his basement and room, he was a forty-three year old man and was fathering to a daughter named Ellie whom was eighteen. He didn’t pay her much attention because of his own pain and self turmoil though he excessively cried when thinking of her and everything they did together he felt nothing but overwhelmingly lonely and he knew that it was not going to be at an end. He cared for her and when he lost her it felt like a stab to the chest; one last breath before everything ended.
The atmosphere was, or felt like it was crumbling before him everything just consisted of black tides and splattered paint. When he looked over those paintings he did he imagined a time when family was everything and no holes were bounded into trust and chains. His daughter was skipping like that of a rabbit across fields of green grass his own amber hues averted to the light green hues of his wife that were surrounded by doe-like features, her blonde strands wound seamlessly flow with the gusts of springing winds an soft breezes. His shorter black hair twitching with the bit of wind.
Elie’s childish laughter echoing through his mind in a way that seemed eerie and cinematic as her black locks would jolt when she ran. True love was in the air, true love was all he felt through his Wife’s soul and her blonde locks that were always so symmetrical. But that was a different time; a time and place where things were rather light an less eerie and broken. They used to say,”In darkness roamed our deepest thoughts of shred, and the silver spoon we use become more than what we’ve ever beheld. Beneath our faith lies satanity and that drives us mad from the depression we endure and subduing queuing thoughts which broke our turmoil into deeper, darker, images. The suicide XX.” Richard himself, wrote that, though he tagged it on painted portraits of his wife.
His eyes were never one to lie or fate was never one to judge, that is what he always followed and he spoke freely to himself rather than the other people he could’ve pestered with self-loathed commentaries and embedded emotions that became the deepest, darkest part of a human’s mind. He took his time to finish the touches of a newer portrait of his wife; Lydia. As he soon finished he heard a call from the sound from that of his daughter’s lips,”Papa! Dinner!” He twitched which caused him to quickly jolt and streak over shaded tones of paint.”Goddammit!” He whisper-yelled to himself as he slowly rose to his feet an averted his vision to this shirt which at the angle looked smaller than what it actually was an he saw paint splashed and dripped over said shirt. It was black so whites and lighter shades showed brightly.
He turned on his heels and walked over to the stairs as he leveled his leg perfectly to platform perfectly on the first step and the other followed which caused his legs to jive perfectly together. His Amber hues scanned the room as he shut the door that led to the basement; a frown crumbled unto his flatlined lips as he headed to his room upon reaching the room he changed his shirt and soon found himself in the kitchen with a plate in his hand. He filled his plate with the right portion of food and walked over to sit by his daughter who was eating slowly at the table, he hooked his fingers over the headrest of the wooden chair and slowly pulled it out as it made a loud creek/dragging sound when he pulled it and sat down placing the white plate onto the table with his fork and knife on said plate under his about to be consumed dinner.
“Dad… why did I find blood on your bed the other night?” Ellie asked as Richard turned to look to her and sighed,”Dad’s not here.. Dad is trying to get himself back.” Was all he replied when his Amber orbs tended to sensitivly glimmer of the girl.”Do you.. Still care about me, dad?” She asked as he looked over to her and dropped his fort which hit the plate with a ting.”Yeah, of course I do.. with all my heart.. I’m just depressed, losing her was like losing faith.. I loved your mother, Ellie..” He looked down as he felt tears slowly creep into his vision causing it to double and blur as he quickly stood from the chair and searched frantically for his keys,”Dad! look.. Just forget it! I- I just got curious!” He heard Ellie before he stormed out the door and to his car.
He unlocked his car by key and swung open the powdered black car door as he stepped into and sat down in the drivers side his hand reached out to grip the handle as he pulled it into himself which slammed it and shut it. He locked the doors and put the key into the ignition it revved as he started it and pulled the throttle into reverse as he stepped on the gas pedal eventually out of the driveway and faced straightly on the road with the nose pointing east.
He then pushed the throttle into drive and stepped on the pedal only to drive frantically through the thunderstorm. Snaps and whips of lightning could be heard from the night sky as he swerved about and searched between the front seats looking for a half-empty bottle of scotch, with finding it he pulled it out and popped off the cap as he raised it to his straightened set and those lips caressed over and under the lip of the bottle with that he tilted it back and allowed liquor to flow freely down his throat and into his system. He whimpered and furrowed his eyebrows together his face acknowledged what he was feeling which had been misery; everything hurt. His neck craned as he lock grip of the wheel and the car lost track; the vehicle began to swerve even though it had already been doing so beforehand, he completely lost control which caused the entirely vehicle to go tumbling off the road and into a ditch. Snaps of thunder still sounded vulgarly through the sky as rain tapped the room of the car making soft tapping noises that could be heard from the out and inside of the car.
“Why do you choose to be this contagious if life can be contained? What if you could become lighter and more found out, don’t you think people would appreciate you more? Love your presence though many have forgotten you? It’s time to wake up and face these facts, it’s time to live for who you are instead of what you were.”
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