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CHAPTER SEVEN
Via could not prevent herself from the vivid recollection of her childhood in her dreams. When she opened her eyes, she knew that she chose to sleep in the living room only to have found that she has entered into one of her masterpieces; she had found herself to be on a field of grasses with numerous flowers. As she rose, she recognized the flowers she had recently painted - the Sampaguita, the Santan, the roses, the Gumamela, the Chrysanthemum, the Daisies, and the Tulips of various pigments from white to pink to red. She observed her surroundings for the second time to have an assurance of her thought - she had seen the similar two partnered mountains and the flowing river with the harsh sounds of the waves. The glowing sunlight that brought an intolerable amount of humidity onto her skin caused her to wake up from her sleep and physical weakness in her wake time.
She examined the new place. It was an environment of green nature, the two partnered mountains from afar cover
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She had difficulty using the floor mop to clear the spilled paints off the ground because some areas had already dried up. She went outside the room and found the entire house unlighted. She turned on the light switches as she passed through the hallway and went to the laundry area to get some cleaning products, changed the water on the bucket, and put a small quantity of the cleaning powder. She went back to her room and mopped the areas where the paint spilled onto and noticed some areas that need repeated cleaning numerous times. Amid her cleaning, she screamed of pain again in silence as the gut-wrenching migraine attacked her again. It made her take a break from the cleaning for a short while and went to the storage area where they typically place the emergency medicines. It was unfortunate to find none for a pain reliever; she only found tablets for the common cold and cough. She closed the storage cabinet and decided to treat her present ill
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The motivation within herself had increased, the annoyance towards her parents grew up. She wanted to make a statement, one that would prove herself capable of talent and intelligence. She went to exit through the side door in the carport to prevent being noticed by her parents. After a short while, both of her parents had entered the house. Her father had gone to the master's bedroom while her mother stayed in the living room. "Via, get here. I will tell you something." Her mother said while she sat on the couch. Via heard the statement. She stayed still and quiet at the carport to avoid her mother's presence. When she noticed her mother took steps further from where she hid, she quickly and silently rushed to the gate. She did not attempt to pass through it yet. A few minutes next, both of her parents began to have words indistinct to her. It was this time that her parents discovered that she was missing. She quickly climbed through the gate but failed to pass thro
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They were still at the library when Erika disturbed the focus of her friend. "Do you have any watch?" Via had regained her sense of the present time. Still, she continued her observation on the works of Angela. "What for?" "I want to know if it is recess time already," Erika answered. "I'm sure there is one here in the library," Via responded with no interest in her tone of voice. Erika observed her surroundings while she remained seated beside Via; she failed to see any clock hanged on the wall. "Are you done reading?" Erika asked, "I think you can still borrow it and return it on the recognition date since you are one of the awardees. I mean, if you lost your copy."
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She carefully placed the diary back in her friend's bag and zipped the zippers. A few seconds next, Erika finally entered the classroom again. She bought four packs of Bread Pan of different flavors and an empty tetra pack of orange juice. Via was about to feel the excitement that there is someone again to talk to and then, she remembered she had read her friend's diary. "What did you do the whole time? Did you sit there in silence?" Erika asked as she sat on her armchair. "I think you know me well." Via wanted to express her feelings yet was afraid that it would tarnish her image. "I took a long time because I met Angela halfway. We almost talked behind your back." Erika laughed as she made the joke. However, Via was not happy about it. Via faked a smile towards the statement as her response. It did not bring any suspicion to her friend. A second of silence passed; both of them felt it too awkward. "By the way, my family and I are going to move to a
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Via rolled over and decided to look at the ceiling as she believed that what she had seen will disappear soon. It even attempted to cuddle her with its grip; she felt its touch crawling onto her skin as its hug became tighter. She laid sight on her masterpieces again with the expectation that her hallucination will fade. However, in her great astonishment, her eyes were still in their phase of deceiving her sense of reality. The eight paintings on the wall that were deemed perfect for her sight have drastically changed as its dry paint slowly melted. The vibrant colors on the canvas vanished that not a single trace of any color is visible; it had turned to a complete whiteness - wholly empty and unpigmented. She slowly attempted to investigate the floor to see where the spilled paint fell but to no avail, for the floor remain spotless of any kind.
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