Sing
Chapter
Four
"Wow, you look amazing,
Mary." He said, as I walked up to the door of the building.
He opened his arms for a hug but I awkwardly stepped around it,
hiding my face in my brown wavy hair.
He shrugged it off and pushed open the door to let me in.
"Go on, I don't bite."
He winked at me, "Hard."
I supressed a giggle but smiled anyway. God, being happy felt
good.
"Well, lets cut to the chase then. If you'll drop your
bag, phone, and shoes in this box, don't worry I'm not
stealing your stuff. And then have a seat on the sky blue love
seat."
I did as I was told, and enjoyed the feel of the smooth wood
floor on my bare toes. I sat on my knees, resting my fingers
splayed across my thighs. He sat across me from, on a high
stool.
"Tell me about yourself, Mary. Let me see you."
All sense of nervousness melted away and I opened my heart.
"Mary Stella, 19, born in california, raised right here in
massachusetts. Fell from the popularity tree a couple months
back. Recently i've aquired a taste for being
alone."
He sat completely still watching me.
"But thats not you. You're used to being in the center
of things." He didn't say it in an offensive way, and I
didn't take it that way.
I just nodded.
"If it doesn't make you too uncomfortable, would you
take your sweater off?"
There was only silence between us, and it lasted for just a
moment.
"Yes." I slowly slid my sweater up over my thin and
barely bruised body, and didn't realize until the swoosh of
fabric hitting the floor, that I had my eyes closed so tightly I
was straining my forehead.
I relaxed and opened my eyes. And he wasn't staring at my
chest, like you would've expected.
He was staring directly at my face. Into my eyes.
I blinked at he was looking down at his canvas, scribbling
away.
I shuddered, the air was chill, goosebumps raised along my
arms.
"What do you see when you look at me, Mary?"
I scrunched my nose at him, "I see a tall, handsome
artist."
His eyes twinkled in delight, "Look deeper."
My eyes locked in his and suddenly I was seeing clearly.
I saw happiness, and then grief. And anger. His jaw told the
story and an unpleasent encounter, and his angular bones suddenly
made his face look unhappy and for a moment he seemed filled
with rage.
I relaxed and he was normal again.
"What do you see when you look at me?" I asked quietly,
barely whispering the words.
There was a moment of silence that seemed as natural as the sun
setting, and then his sweet melodic voice filled the empty echoy
room.
"I see anger. And sadness. Overwhelming sadness. I see a
sweet girl who's been broken, and needs help putting herself
back together. Someone who can help her be herself
again."
His breath tickled my face and I opened my eyes, he was standing
in front of me, holding out my sweater.
I selfconsciously pulled it over my plain black bra and he held
his hand out to me, I took it and he pulled me into a hug.
"You can be you again."
He let go of me, and handed me the canvas.
When I looked down, I almost gasped aloud.
Tears filled my eyes as I looked into what could've been an
open book on myself.
And I saw everything he had been describing.
The sadness in my eyes, the hurt in my face, the grief that had
settled in my brow.
I hugged it to my body and smiled at him.
"Thank you."
"If you don't mind me asking, where did you get those
bruises?" He asked, tracing one lightly with a soft
finger.
I flinched away. "Nowhere, it was nothing. Thank you, I
appreciate it. I have to go though, and I'll call you I
guess."
He nodded, seemingly untouched by my obvious lie.
"I can help you. Or at least try." His voice broke on
the last syllable, and I looked away.
"I'll call you."
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Xxhotxxgothxxchickxx · 1 decade ago
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Love ittt!