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Chapter Twenty-Eight:
Two days later
Liza’s Point of View:
“Has she gotten any better?” I asked quietly as I slipped into Ceen’s room just after five in the morning. It was the soonest I could get here, since Saturday nights heading into Sunday mornings at the Casino are crazy busy. I’d hardly had enough time to wash all the glitz and glitter off my face before racing back to Banner. Olivia’s elbows rested on her knees as she held her head in dismay. She wouldn't look at me. Charlotte was asleep in the chair next to her fiancée’s, slumped against the wall with crossed arms. My friends looked completely spent.
Speaking of, my stomach sank as I looked over at my best friend. Two nights ago, Charlotte called to tell me about Francine’s heart attack. The whole time she was talking, I kept thinking to myself; Twenty six year olds don’t just go around having heart p
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Our Blank Canvas Chapter Twenty-Nine:
I woke up in blind terror very suddenly.Monsters were chasing me, and I couldn’t get away. No matter how fast I ran. My screams encouraged them, and eventually they had me pinned against a brick wall. One of them reached for my face with it’s menacing claws just as I was waking up. They’d never gotten that close to me before.I used to have nightmares like that one constantly, starting from childhood. Occasionally when I got black out drunk, I could avoid them, but they always found me again. These faceless monsters. They came to me in the form of long, spindly shadows. Every time they made an appearance, I became more terrified than I was when I last saw them. They wanted something from me, but what? I’ve dreamed of these assholes my whole life.Gasping for breath and whimpering, I ran my hands through my hair in exasperation and glanced toward the window. Dark grey clouds were peeking out behind one big,
Our Blank Canvas Chapter Thirty:
“Yulia?”The sound of Evgeniya’s gentle voice came from the Church’s entrance, and echoed to where I was still standing up front by the painting. I wiped my eyes hurriedly and turned to face her. I noticed that she fingered her gold cross necklace as she slowly started walking toward me. The traditional Russian headscarf she wore was long enough to serve as a shawl as well, and it flowed around her delicate shoulders with each movement. The pattern, although beautiful with it’s elaborate pink and yellow floral arrangement, was making my head hurt to look at so I averted my gaze off to the side. I shouldn’t have been surprised to run into Evgeniya here. Maybe caught off guard was a better term.“Vasilisa. My name is VASILISA. Are you absolutely certain you’re the one who renamed me?”“It was a sudden decision, the name. Forgive me, I can’t get used to it.” Evgeniya replied with remor
Our Blank Canvas Chapter Thirty-One:
Roughly a day laterThe worst part about traveling is not being able to get clean when I want to. Right before meeting Francine for the first time almost two years ago, I chewed about half a pack of gum and quickly wiped under my arms with deodorizing cloths. It wasn’t very pleasant, but at least I smelled nice enough for a proper first impression. I’d been too anxious to remember to purchase a package of those disposable cloths before leaving Siberia, and I finished my last piece of gum right after switching planes for the final time in Minneapolis three and a half hours ago. I tried not to think about it for much longer, because the third and final plane I was riding on finally landed. As soon as I received decent signal strength on my cellphone, I’d call an Uber and head home to shower immediately before going to the hospital my girlfriend was admitted into.Sick or not, I refused to allow Francine to see me in such a
Our Blank Canvas Chapter Thirty-Two:
I hated looking at Francine’s confused little face, but I couldn’t pull myself away from it. The expression she wore displayed a mixture of panic and bewilderment after I brought up the inpatient treatment hospital. I’ve been through very few things that were more painful than watching the woman I love stare back at me fearfully with such wide, uncertain eyes. I knew my girlfriend was frightened of the unknown, just like anyone else would be.“Detka? Do you understand why I’m saying this?” I asked softly as she began to shake her head with a nervous chuckle. I tried to gently stroke her hands, but she yanked them away as if they’d been licked by flames. Her delicate features formed into a scowl. I might have found it endearing if we weren’t discussing something so serious.“I have to get back to work eventually, Vasilisa. We’ve been over this, I can’t check myself into an inpatient clinic and ev
Our Blank Canvas Chapter Thirty-Three:
Liza’s Point of View:My heart wouldn’t stop hammering as I impatiently tapped my black ballet flatted foot against the elevator floor. Watching the numbers decrease at the agonizing rate they were almost had me dying from anxiety.5...4...Just before the door closed completely, I caught Vasha cursing to herself in Russian and taking off toward the stairs.I knew she was coming back from Russia today, and had asked Olivia to pick her up from Sky Harbor. I did it more for Francine, who would literally kill all of us if we let her barely intermediate English speaking girlfriend wander around aimlessly in a crowded airport. Since I didn’t hear back from Livvy after she agreed, I thought they were still on their way to Banner. The plan was to just drop off a few things to Ceen before they got there. I’d wanted to slip in and out, total
Our Blank Canvas Chapter Thirty-Four:
Charlotte’s Point of View:Every part of me knew what a moronic decision this was, but I was going through with it anyway. I needed to know what Andee had to say that was so important, she couldn’t have just called me from Savannah. Paranoia gripped me as I looked back over my shoulder at Banner hospital once I made it halfway into the parking lot.Nobody followed me, thank GOD. After quickly slipping into my car, I gripped the leather steering wheel and closed my eyes guiltily.Text back. Say you changed your mind, go back in there with Olivia...that’s who you belong to. Andee is manipulating you- doesn’t your dumbass remember what happened!? What are you DOING!? That tiny voice in my head got so loud, I could hardly hear myself think. My eyes raked over the egg shell colored medical establishment before I abruptly started the ignition with a sharp
Our Blank Canvas Chapter Thirty-Five:
Charlotte’s Point of View:“Are you really happy here, Charlotte? Stop bullshitting me. I can see right through you.” Andee’s hazel eyes flashed doubtfully as she took a swig of Coca Cola. Sitting across the booth from my EX was a surreal experience, and I blinked blankly at her. It was as if we were just meeting up for a quick bite after work, instead of what was really happening; An attempt to make me question my own happiness in Arizona. I chose to focus on her disapproving facial expression instead of how the see-through material of the white tee-shirt she was wearing made her pink nipples visible.Nice to see her small breasts were still perky and alert, I guess. Her effortlessly sexy style wasn’t lost on me, and I hated myself for my obvious attraction to it.Andee noticed how uncomfortable I was becoming and grinned slyly, like a mischievous kitten. Leaning backwards, she rested an
Our Blank Canvas Chapter Thirty-Six:
Francine’s Point of View:“Do you think a month will be long enough?” Liza asked in a skeptical tone as we left Joey’s briskly. Dinner rush was in full swing, and I didn’t want to take up any more of my boss’s time than I already did.“Yeah. I couldn’t ask for anything extra, Joe is already pretty strapped.” I admitted, waiting for Liza to unlock her newish yellow volkswagon Beetle. “Honestly I’m grateful to even get that.”I could now add having to involve my professional life into things my eating disorder has forced me to do. Liza being the amazing friend that she is made Joey aware of what happened the night I fainted, and was sure to update him day by day. I was terrified that I’d lose my job before coming down to talk to him, but he was super cool about the whole thing. He’d shifted a few things around schedule wise, and approved my requested month
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- Our Blank Canvas A Word From The Author:
- Our Blank Canvas Epilogue:
- Our Blank Canvas Chapter Forty:
- Our Blank Canvas Chapter Thirty-Nine:
- Our Blank Canvas Chapter Thirty-Eight:
- Our Blank Canvas Chapter Thirty-Seven:
- Our Blank Canvas Chapter Thirty-Six:
- Our Blank Canvas Chapter Thirty-Five:
- Our Blank Canvas Chapter Thirty-Four:
