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The painting was yellowed with rounded edges. It was a masterpiece and it was lying in my hand. Wait, have I stolen it? I don't remember... All I can remember last is that I was in a building filled with frames- oh right! I was at a painting museum. And now, I am at nowhere.
The cold breeze continued hitting my pale skin as I try to regain my last memories. How did I retrieve this painting?
But in regaining my last memory, I know that it will bring back the painful ones.
[two weeks earlier]
"Honey, I'm home!!" I shouted as I excitedly placed my bag down, looking around if my wife Shannon will come down from the stairs. "Honey? I have some good news!!" I shouted once more, getting impatient.
"Wait there, honey! I'm coming down!" My wife shouted back. Finally.
So, I waited for her for almost twenty seconds before I could already visualize her. She's wearing her red sleeveless dress that looked amazing.
"Hi honey. Sorry I couldn't answer you any sooner. I was just having a shower." she said as she approached me, giving me a sweet peck on the lips. I smiled as I was just amaze how beautiful my wife is.
"what?" she chuckles. "Do I have something in my face, Mr. Scott?"
"Nothing... I'm just admiring the most beautiful woman in the world."
"Psh. You just don't have a choice because I am your wife."
"Well, you're still the most beautiful treasure I've had." I said as I hug her. "I see you're into something?"
"Oh yes. My sister Annie had invited me for a girl night out somewhere."
"Want me to drive you there?"
"Its okay hon. And besides, I can drive. I'll be going now okay?"
"But I have something to tell you."
she looks at her watch and smile. "what is it?"
"Company ××× wanted me to be their artist for the month."
"THAT'S GREAT!!"
"I know! And they told me that if their ratings will be doing good for this project, they might hire me as their permanent artist."
"That's even better!! Well, how about you prepare dinner and I'll be home by then so we could celebrate?"
"How about you hanging out with your sister?"
"I'll tell them about it."
I let her go just like that, as I prepare for our celebration. It may not be a grand celebration, but will be a special one. Three hours later, she did come home and we did celebrate, eating and chatting. And for me, this is just enough.
"Oh and by the way, how about the other company who offered you something before? Did you talk to them already?"
"Not yet. But, I'll talk to them tomorrow."
"Isn't it a bad thing to turn down the first company who approached you for your talent?"
"Hmmm. I don't think so. But guess what? The ××× gave me thrice the price they're offering me. And this will change our life. We could be really rich, hon."
"I know, I know."
We continue eating until we decided to go to bed for it was too late for the night. Morning came, and so I decided to go to the Company +++ to talk to them. They have not wanted what I've come to choose, but there's no way I'll change my mind.
When I got home, I decided to paint my wife, as she wore a yellow silky above the ankle dress, as she wore her white sandals and shades. It took me for almost five hours to paint her, for I wanted it to be perfect. I also made her background a bit of darker yellow, to still see the beauty of her dress.
And as the night falls, so is the nightmare I wish to not remember.
three guys wearing all black came busting in into our house at dinner time. they were carrying guns and I was so surprise.
"What the heck do you want? You want money!? We don't have money!!!" I admitted.
"Money? We have a lot of that, Mr. Scott."
"Director Zander?"
"We just want your works."
"No! You can't do that?"
"And you cant betray us either! But you did it anyways. And I am taking everything from you."
they were able to get all of my works but I cannot let them get the painting i did for my wife. But what made my heart ache was what they did to my wife.
They killed her.
And today I now had connected the dots. I've had retrieved the painting of my wife, and have killed them all.
I didn't steal anything, for it was mine for the first place. This painting is for my wife. This painting... Is for the most beautiful woman I've ever met.
-ScarsOfPast 2020
The painting was yellowed with rounded edges. It was a masterpiece and it was lying in my hand. Wait, have I stolen it? I don't remember... All I can remember last is that I was in a building filled with frames- oh right! I was at a painting museum. And now, I am at nowhere.
The cold breeze continued hitting my pale skin as I try to regain my last memories. How did I retrieve this painting?
But in regaining my last memory, I know that it will bring back the painful ones.
[two weeks earlier]
"Honey, I'm home!!" I shouted as I excitedly placed my bag down, looking around if my wife Shannon will come down from the stairs. "Honey? I have some good news!!" I shouted once more, getting impatient.
"Wait there, honey! I'm coming down!" My wife shouted back. Finally.
So, I waited for her for almost twenty seconds before I could already visualize her. She's wearing her red sleeveless dress that looked amazing.
"Hi honey. Sorry I couldn't answer you any sooner. I was just having a shower." she said as she approached me, giving me a sweet peck on the lips. I smiled as I was just amaze how beautiful my wife is.
"what?" she chuckles. "Do I have something in my face, Mr. Scott?"
"Nothing... I'm just admiring the most beautiful woman in the world."
"Psh. You just don't have a choice because I am your wife."
"Well, you're still the most beautiful treasure I've had." I said as I hug her. "I see you're into something?"
"Oh yes. My sister Annie had invited me for a girl night out somewhere."
"Want me to drive you there?"
"Its okay hon. And besides, I can drive. I'll be going now okay?"
"But I have something to tell you."
she looks at her watch and smile. "what is it?"
"Company ××× wanted me to be their artist for the month."
"THAT'S GREAT!!"
"I know! And they told me that if their ratings will be doing good for this project, they might hire me as their permanent artist."
"That's even better!! Well, how about you prepare dinner and I'll be home by then so we could celebrate?"
"How about you hanging out with your sister?"
"I'll tell them about it."
I let her go just like that, as I prepare for our celebration. It may not be a grand celebration, but will be a special one. Three hours later, she did come home and we did celebrate, eating and chatting. And for me, this is just enough.
"Oh and by the way, how about the other company who offered you something before? Did you talk to them already?"
"Not yet. But, I'll talk to them tomorrow."
"Isn't it a bad thing to turn down the first company who approached you for your talent?"
"Hmmm. I don't think so. But guess what? The ××× gave me thrice the price they're offering me. And this will change our life. We could be really rich, hon."
"I know, I know."
We continue eating until we decided to go to bed for it was too late for the night. Morning came, and so I decided to go to the Company +++ to talk to them. They have not wanted what I've come to choose, but there's no way I'll change my mind.
When I got home, I decided to paint my wife, as she wore a yellow silky above the ankle dress, as she wore her white sandals and shades. It took me for almost five hours to paint her, for I wanted it to be perfect. I also made her background a bit of darker yellow, to still see the beauty of her dress.
And as the night falls, so is the nightmare I wish to not remember.
three guys wearing all black came busting in into our house at dinner time. they were carrying guns and I was so surprise.
"What the heck do you want? You want money!? We don't have money!!!" I admitted.
"Money? We have a lot of that, Mr. Scott."
"Director Zander?"
"We just want your works."
"No! You can't do that?"
"And you cant betray us either! But you did it anyways. And I am taking everything from you."
they were able to get all of my works but I cannot let them get the painting i did for my wife. But what made my heart ache was what they did to my wife.
They killed her.
And today I now had connected the dots. I've had retrieved the painting of my wife, and have killed them all.
I didn't steal anything, for it was mine for the first place. This painting is for my wife. This painting... Is for the most beautiful woman I've ever met.
-ScarsOfPast 2020
