Hi guys, I'm so excited to have that stage and please to show you my art.
So English is not my native language, please be gentle in that matter :)
This is a book that I've been working on for the last 3 years. I hope you will enjoy it. Please leave your thoughts below.
Logi 105
Darkness. It feels like by now you could get use to that. How long have I been here? I lost any track of time, I feel like I have almost lost myself.
I am in a long hallway without any end, but soddenly that's a bright light and a figure at the end of it, waiting for me.
I woke up.
I tried to catch my breath. Even though this is not the first time I had that dream, it still creeps me out every time.
Shit my alarm clock didn't rang. I've lost yet another day of school.
"Mom",
"Sweaty what are you doing in here, shouldn't you be at school? Ho well at list we can make us a mother-daughter bonding day. Come some put some clothes on and let's go".
We went to the flea market, ever since my father left us she's been trying really hard. A lot has change between us it's like we matured at the same time.
"I can't believe that my little baby is going to turn 17", she grabbed the ugliest shirt that I ever seen and hugged it with love.
"Mom put that thing down. I just can't wait for next year I will finely be 18", I sighed
"Why are you in such a rush to grow-up, look at you brother he is 19, are you that much different from each other?"
"How could I know? I barely saw him in the last 3 years, since you send him to boarding school ".
I could see the pain in her eyes; I wish I could take my words back.
"We should go, we need to pick-up your sister from school", suddenly a figure flashed in front of my eyes, that can't be true I cried.
"Gabriel, what are you doing in here?" I could hear the fear in my mother's voice.
"Not in front of the child" he answered, my father.
My mother grabbed my hand and rushed me to run, but my father was faster he held me in is arms in no time.
"Leave her, please, she is not ready yet", she begged
I still couldn't believe that this man is my dad. I don't remember a lot from that time and maybe it's because I don't want to.
We started to walk; confused I looked at my mom, knowing that this is my last goodbye.
