Smeared color

This is my story and it is original.
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Guilty






Chapter one

And on came the tears and those dark eyes closed tightly, the mind hoping that no one would see the pain and heartbreak that had just washed over the body. A sob could be heard however and feet carefully pushed her through the crowd and out the door. It was over
Everything was said and done and this was the end
It was time to find the happy place amongst the clouds, time to go on and just fall..
Time to let it all fade away.

They used to tell her that her daddy had died in his sleep and gone to heaven peacefully. She knew that he couldn’t have been so selfish and leave her alone with her stuck up mother and her arrogant brothers, She just knew that he wouldn’t leave her alone to face the cruel and cold world, wouldn’t dare let her falter and go about to her knees screaming. She just knew and there had to be a reason that daddy died.
A reason that one would never be found and so many years would be wasted upon the subject of dear old Dad.
A great silence came and hands rose to cover eyes that were already red and puffy from tears that just wouldn’t cease their war. A twitch, an annoyed moan and finally a shoe was thrown, telling whomever dared to knock to get a life and go away.
It didn’t work and a tall figure entered the room.
“Its time for your first day, get dressed, get over what happened years ago and pull your violin from the closet, you get to go to orchestra at this college.”


Six years after her fathers’ death, Trisha had found that silent place among the trees and cared not for people but for art and her dear animals. Six years went by in the blink of an eye and six years molded the clay and set it afire to keep its posture.
Six long, upsetting years went by and she had learned how to deal with the pain.
Every so often, she would pull a blade from between her mattresses and let it slide along her already too pale skin. There were so many scars already and yet she was gathering more as if it were some sort of sick and twisted tournament.

Love was nothing and strings were the life and the world that now surrounded her.


“Alright!” Came a loud shriek as fingers carefully pulled a large, gaudy pillow from its place over the face. “I swear to every God I know! If you do not leave me alone and let me dress by myself I will jump today and never see you again!” Pretty harsh words for an eighteen year old, but pretty damned mild for the girl in question. Those six years were gone and she was in her first year of college at a school where no one mattered and plastic was in. Being super thin really did get you great grades and honestly helped your social status. She didn’t care however and she dressed as she wished, thin limbs being forced into some old, worn blue-jeans and a Guns and Roses T-shirt, a hoody fitting over the bunch rather nicely. Pink hair was then pulled back into a short ponytail and deep grey-blue eyes were rimmed with black. New black glasses fit over those same eyes and a ring was pushed to rest at her left thumb. A silver band with a small red-stone had belonged to her dead father. He had given it to her the night before he passed along and she swore never to lose it or let anyone touch it. A teacher or two tried to take it from her when it occupied her time during their classes, she just gave a small glare and stood from her seat, leaving the small room altogether.
If she couldn’t keep her ring then they could just fuck off.

The ride to school was filled with non-stop jabber from the lady that called the girl her daughter. Mary Ann wasn’t a great mother and could have waited a few years before she got pregnant with the young girl, maybe she could have just not gotten pregnant to begin with! Then the whole mess would be safe. However, that was the past, this was the present and the future would hold some sort of present. Well, so Trisha was waiting for. She was waiting for her chance to get away..She was waiting for love.
“Later” Trisha called as she stepped from her mothers old convertible and headed on down the sidewalk, old violin case in her arms, clutching it as if there were no tomorrow and some dumbass would harm it.
So many thoughts were running through her head as she made it through the halls, past the odd people and to a door with no markings . She figured it was the orchestra class.
There was afterall , Music coming from the inside. It was music that made her heart want to stop and let her lay at rest forever.
She gathered what little bit of nerve she had left and knocked at the door, inhaling sharply, her stomache squashing back, making the already baggy jeans slide down a bit. She held her breath and tried to calm her nerves, hearing her heart beat without mercy inside of her chest, everything already growing bleary, the footsteps echoing.
“Hello” Came a deep voice, the accent definitely British and those eyes were deep, blue and holding something behind them.


Arthur was not the best person to be around and really didn’t enjoy company. He was a little over six feet, had short brown hair and glasses that covered those eyes, a smudge of rosin at his cheek. He held the bow of a cello in one hand and a frown, showing that he was upset for being interrupted from his playing.
He had finally reached that forty-first birthday and wanted to spend the rest of his days alone.
After the divorce and losing the custody of his young daughter, Helena, He didn’t are much for people and only wanted to be alone.
Being an orchestra teacher was a bad choice for him. He hated students that were ignorant, hated the fact that they were there only to get an easy A. Oh, he would make everything as hard as he could, he would give those nimble fingers of theirs blisters and see that they went home whining and he would smile because the couldn’t drop the class so early on in the year.
“I’m sorry but your half an hour early and I want to spend this time alone. His eyes caught that old, worn violin case just as she was turning on heel and he cleared his throat, realizing that she had been playing a while.
The new students enjoyed strutting around with new cloth cases and yet, she had one that was a black hard shell and held so many stickers and scratches that it must have been years old.
“Please” Arthur sighed, pushing the door open so that she could get by easily “Come in and sit..I have some coffee if you would like a cup. “ He offered, toning down that nasty attitude, showing her that he was all bark and some bite.
Trisha smiled softly and turned back to face him, feeling a little better about the situation “My name is Patricia Phillips, I am pleased to meet you”
She did have the manners and knew how to use them..
Afterall, her father did teach her well before he past on.


I hope that you all enjoyed it! I know that I did!
There will be many more chapters to come
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