In the studio I sat on the stood the canvas in front of me as I pondered over what the voice said "let them drown in the world you see , paint what they deserve "
And a tradition atleast that's what they called it
But it was nothing but a humiliation ritual .
Every year at Advena there was a ritual conducted by the seniours for the new year student . They called it " earning your palettes "
Or "baptism by pigment" . But it wasn't Noble or artistic it was just power in disguise .
And I was their favorite target . Every week I would get two or three nights ruined tanks to them .
The first time their leader stole my sketchbook which I never let anyone see . And teared it page by page and sticking it by tape in the studio . They critisised me the rough lines lack of "colour theory " or "balance" .
The leaders name was Callum he gave me name " Silent gale"
and for a fact he was quite right
And then the night came they tied me to a chair and blindfolded me . They threw cold water on me gave me cigarette burns and some bruises I guess .
But the next day I did not report it . I did not say a word
Even though that night I was shivering .my teeth gritted ..feeling utterly humiliated .
The next morning I couldn't look anyone in the eye . Not beacause I felt ashamed but as it was like that from the start.
For me humiliation was nothing as I was already wrapped in it since I was a child .
After thinking for so long I decided what he deserved .
With the palette in one hand and brush in another I started painting I slowly started adding detail . It looked even better
. I couldn't help but smile
ignoring the fact that the thing I painted was his dead body a knife peircing his chest as his helpless body took support by the fountain . The water on the fountain had turned red beacause of the blood .
But I couldn't deny the fact that it looked preety
I sat there looking at the painting for what felt like hour . And then I heard the voice.
"Mark it with his name "
And strangly once again I did . In the very corner I wrote his name
"Callum Elliot ".
And just like that the night ended
The next I aging walked through the gates of Advena . As usual I walked my way head down igronring everthing that might disturb me.
But noise and atmosphere was clear enough to know that there was a crowd gathered ahead . Near the fountain .
I would usually walk the other way but aging I heard that voice .
"Why don't you go look"
By that time the voice felt know !?
And to be honest doing what it said kind of felt exciting . Is this what they call a voice inside your head .
The crowd had many students and I could also see some police uniforms . I felt. That was my sign to not do it , but I did it anyways .
Went there slowly making my way in .
I saw a man who had been stabed that lied in the fountain . To be honest it did look gruesome but my eyes didn't wander from them .
It was the fact that the dead man in the fountain was Callum killed in the exact way I painted .
I was speechless at that moment
I covered my mouth not in shock or distress but beacause I could feel the uncontrollably smile forming in my face .
Why am I smiling !?
This isn't something to be happy about ?!
The person in front of me is dead ?!
So why am I smiling...
".....I painted his death..?..."
Almost when my emotion got out of control .
I heard that ice cold voice again .
"He deserves it silas "
And that was the time I realized this is definitely not a voice inside my head .
-end of chap
Is he the killer . Or a clueless artist ?