Submission novel Chapter 21

I was lost, lost in the green pools of ocean. The long dark green strokes spreading from the pupils with those minute and intricate yellow freckles adorned his eyes like a rare gem. I could get lost in them, I could get lost in the green maze and never find my way out. Those eyes were still like a statue, staring at my soul through my eyes. 

His long yet not so dense eyelashes blinked once which was enough to break his hypnotizing effect on me. 

My eyes focused on the surroundings and realization hit me like a lightning bolt. I was totally squished against Mr. Dimitri's chest with his arms bound around me. Our chests were against each other, breathing in the same quiet rhythm with our faces only inches apart. His warm breath was fanning my, now heated, face while his eyes were on my red-tinted cheeks.

In a flash of a second, I pushed myself away from him and averted my gaze to my wet boots. I tucked a strand of my raven hair behind my ear when I heard him clearing his throat.

"Keep your boots in the shoe rack beside you and hang your jacket in the closet  behind that door." He pointed a finger towards my right side.

I obliged all his commands with my head held low while his scrutinizing gaze followed my actions. After I did what was told, he led me towards what seemed like a library with each and every nook and corner covered with books except for a wall that had a large window giving a view of the backyard garden. The polished wooden floor reflected off the last rays of twilight entering the room from the windows and in front of the window, sat a very proud and royal mahogany piano.

The piano of my childhood.

My hand traced the shiny surface of the piano which had many scars and scratches on it, showing the age and experience of the piano. Above the keys was an inscription, Vasili, in scrapped off gold. It was quite similar to the very first piano I saw when I was a kid. The past clouded my mind and I found myself going back into the time, into the memories.

My family for some strange reason always cared about what others thought about them. No matter what, external appearances were always their number one priority. No matter what happened at home, they were always careful about showing others their generous side which was as fake as the rumors about cancer being an infectious disease instead of a genetic disease.

My father used to go to his friend's house and he made sure that all of us behaved like there were no fights or disturbances among us and instead we were a happy family.

The irony of that.

One Christmas my father decided to make another such appearance at his friend's house. We all had to be in our best behaviors and my newly acquired scars were to be covered by concealers. I was not quite social considering the fact that I was never allowed to have friends, just acquaintances so most part of the day I cowered in a corner of the room and stayed away from the hustle and bustle.

That Christmas was different for me because something incredible happened.

When you are depressed there is only one thing you want the most and that is to release the pain caged inside you. Many people wonder why depressed beings cut themselves, it is totally absurd to them because they never understand how much pain a person must have gone through to be submerged in the dark fog of depression.

The pain wants to be expressed,

The pain wants to be released,

The pain demands to be felt.