I went up the stairs as I went searching the cabinets as I found a letter. I peered at it as I read.

My Beloved

I've been thinking about what happened I've been trying to understand.

My Dear...

Help me. I just don't understand. why would you do it? did you feel like there was no other way? Tell me, God ... it! What did I do to deserve this? I did my best, you know I did I gave you everything.

You Selfish F... Whore! Why would you do this to us?

"Maybe because of this thing called you were a drunk! A disgusting heartless drunk! She killed herself to free herself from this hellish prison to free me from you Maybe if you were a better husband and father, maybe she wouldn't have done it! But no! you were a total a..!" I shouted at the letter, and started to cry.

"Um... Lily?" I turned quickly as I looked at them. I wiped my eyes as I tried to hide the sadness, but my secrets were out.

"Hey, you heard all that?" I asked them as they nodded their heads, "Sorry about that." I told them as I went to the cabinets again and saw a watch. I picked it up as I saw my picture was crossed out.

"Lily, you want to tell us what happen behind these walls?" Mau asked as Chi glared at him.

"Mister Mau, be nice. Lily deserves to tell us when SHE wants to tell us, not you!" Chi shouted as he flinched.

"Crystal." he said as she turned to me.

"So next place." she asked as I nodded. I then turned to see the room I hated the most... father's art room. I took a deep breath as I walked towards it as they followed my every step. I opened the door and went into it. It was drenched in paint and broken down, trunks filled with both paint and bottles. as I touched the middle, I saw another of my pictures. I bent down, picking it up as I looked at it. one half was with me and mother standing outside, happy with each other, while on the other was of my father, who was inside with his canvas, with his face drenched in red. I remember one of the many memories that got the best of me.

Flashback

I was standing in front of a canvas as on one side was the paint set and the other was my crayons. I grabbed the crayon, since I loved crayons. when I was about to draw on it, my father's screams enter the air again.

"What are you doing? Put that down! You're much too old for that childish nonsense!" he shouted as I jumped a bit.

"Honey enough! Give her some air!" Mother's voice saved me as she pulled me out of the room and out of the house, saving me from there.

"There, there, my sweet angel. don't be fearful. I got something for you." she said as she pulled me to the side of the house. there was a lovely theatre place there. it was a weird thing with eyes on top of it with arms holding the curtains. there was also a man. he was tall and thin and a teenager. He had on black leather boots with tan pants and a back shirt with straps on his shirt. he had medium purple hair with bright purple eyes that focused on me the whole time I came towards him.

"Good evening, dear. I heard it was your birthday. I grant to you a show!" he said as I clapped to him. he then snapped his fingers as then a puppet that was a girl with a red hood came walking down the stage. then a wolf show up behind the girl.

"The little girl in red was walking through the woods, When suddenly out of nowhere, jumped out you-know-who." he went on saying as suddenly a wolf came sliding into the picture with the little girl standing in front of him, "Eyes glowing bloody red, teeth sharp as a razor. And yet the Big Bad wolf did not seem to faze her. Be careful, little girl, the big bad wolf sneered. You're in Fantasy Land where things ain't what they seem. Oh shush, you big old meanie" the frightened girl exclaimed. You're the only threat in this wonder land. with my magic crayons, I can do no harm. I can make the trees yellow, turn them upside down. turn grass into candy, make the sky go red. I can do whatever pops into my head. the wolf was unimpressed with the show of skill." he said as it changed with the wolf standing up its paws reaching out for her in a way as Red was standing beside him.

"You do have the power to do as you will. Alas, I Humbly urge you to practice restraint, for you are responsible for what you create. You're nasty, jealous, and mean. said the little girl. I just want to have fun and you want me to learn. I wish a big old rock would fall down from the sky and crush your big bad mouth into a minced meat pie. Don't do it! I beg you, the big bad wolf cried. you lack scale and perspective, my sweet little child. but it was too late, his warning fell on deaf ears. down came the rocks and smashed the all to smithereens." as then came rocks falling from the sky. then it was all over.

"That was very sad." I told him as he laughed.

"Sometimes we don't get happy endings." he answered as then mother thanks him for the show and we were back inside the house. when I was inside the living room, my father grabbed me and pulled me to his art room. he threw me inside as he locked the door. he dragged me to the canvas as he handed me the paint brush, making me take it. he made me paint trees.

"Let's try to find them a more poignant season, when they are wiser and have some stories to tell..." some times I went to grab crayons, but he told me over an over.

"No! Put that down! You were Doing so well." then he went on describing the painting.

"...they sway in the breeze but are none the wiser! just like you!"

"Ah, yes, the autumn of life. when man seeks shelter from the elements. Let see how our little hut fares when the skies grow dark."

"You see? in the end, all we take for granted is fragile and temporary. man passes, while nature endures. speaking of which, I don't think our proud stallion likes the weather. lets brighten things up a bit."

finally I was able to finished, but it wasn't pretty. It was where the horse was dead, the house, burned down. I ran out of there and ried to mother about what he made me draw. they fought to the end of the night.

end of flashback

"This is a pretty picture." I turned to see Shiro holding another one. I placed the pictures into my pocket and looked at the picture he had. it was a picture of a dog turn in half with strings connected to a heart.

"Yeah. that was another drawing I made." I said as I put it along with the other.

"Hey there's letter of complains from this place that says that he couldn't add what he wanted to describe rats." Mau shouted as I sighed.

"That was dad and his rats." I explained, "he had a weird thing about them as if the were everywhere but not once did I see one." I answered as I waked out of there and up the landing.

"What did happen in this house? I don't mean to be rude or anything of that. i'm just wondering." he explained as I nodded.

"When I was a little girl, my parents weren't the kindest. Only my mother was the caring. she would protect me from the beatings and hate from my father. One day she came to me after one the many fights with my father and she said she had hired a man with wings as black as night and eyes gleaming of violet. that will keep me safe from everything." I answered as I walked higher to the upper level, wondering what else was lurking inside its walls.