Disclaimer: Switched At Birth is not mine, nor will it ever be. :l
Chapter 4:
As soon as they got home, everyone was completely exhausted.
"So who was that cute boy who was talking to you, honey?" Kathryn asked Bay, her eyebrows wiggled in question.
"Ewe. Mom. We don't discuss guys remember?" Bay pretended to forget that moment in the lounge but her mother laughed. She must have been really exhausted since she'd usually have taken offense. "Alright, alright." Her hands were up in a surrendering gesture. "Go to sleep alright sweetheart?"
All three kids nodded. Once Kathryn was out of sight and Toby went to his room, Daphne turned to Bay with a grin. "So who was that guy?"
"His name's Derek Hastings. He's new at Buckner."
"He's hot." Daphne winked. Her face became a tad bit serious as she continued. "But... um... what about-"
"Let's not do this right now, okay Daph? It's been a long night." Both girls knew Bay was trying to run away from the actual topic but Daphne gave up.
"Okay, goodnight Bay." She sighed instead.
"Goodnight Daph."
Bay checked the clock in her room as she changed into her pajamas. 11pm it read.
She waddled to her bed and slept.
At around two in the morning, Bay woke up with a start. She looked at the clock and sighed. She hadn't been getting enough sleep for a while now.
Knowing it would be pointless to try to sleep again from past experiences; she grabbed her phone and tiptoed to her studio.
She sighed again tiredly as she rubbed the sleep off her eyes. 'Tomorrow is so going to suck' She thought gloomily.
Looking at her paint tubes, she ran a hand softly passed each colour, but she stopped at the white.
She started covering up the blank part of the canvas with off-white strokes, softer and more deliberate compared to the top half. Layer over layer, she went on creating a thick, rough texture, letting her work consume her.
Halfway through she realized it was far too quiet for her liking and reached for her phone when she saw that she had received a message at around midnight. It read:
"To my first friend at BH,
Think you could show me some kickass spots in this sad old town? -D"
Bay replied back quickly:
"If you had messaged me at a better time maybe I would've shown you some pretty awesome places!"
She closed her phone, forgetting about the music she wanted in the first place, and picked up the paintbrush.
A pale blonde boy in mind, she dipped it into water, and painted on the still-wet canvas. She went straight for the middle of the canvas where it broke between the fierce red and the brooding white. The middle had become a merging of the two contrasting colours. Instead of the usual dull pink shade it creates when mixed, she had somehow made the red only a few shades lighter, as if the intensity of the red was fading… not exactly transforming into a complete different colour. Just fading. It felt symbolic. She didn't realize that it was.
Infact, the strokes looked as if the painter was in a daze. Soft, long and light pressured. It was incredible how the harsh texture blended into a more serene one in the middle and back again to harsher texture. She didn't realize how remarkable this simple moment meant, just painting in the quiteness and comfort of her cosy studio, because at that very moment were the first signs of a recovering Bay Kennish.
A/N: Sorry for the insanely short chapter but I felt it necessary to be published this way. I really loved this chapter and I love the canvas in my head that she's created. I must admit though, it was kinda sparked from Regina's canvas.. the one with the bottle shards, except this was one is from red to white where Regina's was red to black.. I think. Anyway.. Hope y'all like it.