My Art Marshal

Silas.

Art.

Art is the way I express my self. I capture moments in my art and express them.

It's the only way I understand to. I relax my self and continue with the project I was making. I wanted this sketch to show the reality of life. The expectations I have to live up to.

With each stroke holds emotion. With each color holds a story. Every part of my art was gonna be heard. I needed it to be heard, seen.

Knock knock knock.

I heard and shifted my head toward the door. "Come in" I replied.

Mr.Cale walked in. "Hello" he said with a light smile. "Hello mr.Cale" I replied. Mr. Cale was my family's "Butler" I've never seen him as that because he was so much more. He was a home. Another story. "Silas I know you are leaving in a few days. I want you to know that I will always be here. I will never let you be alone Silas."

"Thank you mr.Cale." I say standing up and reaching for a hug. His eyes widen and his lips curl up towards a tighter smile. I don't usually hug people. I don't like being touching or touching people. But Mr.Cale is different. A hug from him would be different from his. I've convinced my self that.

He reached toward me to complete the hug. We connected. I felt different when he touched my warm and content. I didn't feel disgusting or dirty. I felt okay.

I pulled back from the hug, and gave him and flashy smile. I thank him for everything.

"So are you all packed up?" He asked. "Yes" I replied glancing across my room. "I see your on a new project" He said with a hint of confusing. My last project I never finished because the story it held was never ending I was guessing that's why he's confused.

"Yes I am actually, the last project was never ending I couldn't figure out how to finish so I trashed it" I said with a shrug. "I'll help you with your bags." He said going around me to go get my bags. I followed behind him and grabbed the bags I had left after mr.Cale picked up two.

I followed him to my car, i'm so glad to get out of this house. To many stories. Bad ones specifically. This house was horrible. I never fit in or was welcomed. Not once. I was glad to go on my own and get away for a while. I don't plan on coming back but of course I can't tell mr.Cale that.

This house was huge. My parents had a fortune of money. They both are very successful in their own ways.

We made it to the two front doors. The house was beautiful the large rose gold doors played a big part in the beauty of this house. A beautiful house with a ugly story. What a interesting project.

I continued following mr.Cale all the way to my car. I pressed the button on my keys and the trunk popped up. He placed my bags in and I followed right behind him and placed my bags in too. "Your not saying goodbye to your family?" He asked closing his eyebrows together.

"No I'm not, quite frankly they won't care if I leave so I choose to digress." I said sighing. "Okay, Silas i'm going to miss you buddy" he said. "Why so sad, ew" I said shivering. That gave a slight chuckle out of him.

I reached my arms out for one last hug. He moved in to complete it. I held it for a moment before he let go this time. He seemed teary eyed. I really don't wanna cry so I hurried and walked over to the driver side of my car.

"Bye Mr.Cale" I said giving him the biggest smile I could muster up. He gave me a huge smile back. I pulled off looking into the rear mirror seeing mr.Cale waving. I waved back before I left the parking lot completely.

I already missed him. Mr.Cale was there when my parents weren't. He played the roles of my parents. I could never thank him enough for that. I run through my thoughts of Mr.Cale. He was a very amusing man. When he got older he got funnier. He's been working with my family for atleast 30 years. He was pretty much with me from the start.

I turned 19 last month in November. I graduated early because of my grades and state test, I am a smart kid but mostly because school was something I used to distract me from home along with art. School stressed my out enough that it completely distracted me, an anchor.

I graduated high school 3 years ago and I am a junior in college. I took college credit classes in high school so I already have a degree in Zoology. I am working on a fine arts degree at the moment, but on a gap year.

So I am deciding to leave this house and find my path. Although I knew it would involve art or animals. Art was the one thing that kept me sane but animals are just as interesting. I wouldn't mind choosing a career in either of them.

I pulled up to a small gas station and parked. I was heading all the way to foxhales. A huge town. They have many opportunities there. But the drive was 5 hours. I could've flew but I am deathly scared of planes.

Getting out the car my skin grew goosebumps. Although I have been to college. Lots of people, I still don't do well. I felt as if eyes were on me but no one was there.

You're safe Silas he's not here.

I said to try and reassure my self. I said it a few times before I continued my walk to the door of the gas station. This place looked very run down but, I just needed gas and food. This placed looking so scary rose my anxiety more.

I made the walk to the door. I closed my hand on the handle and felt my self shaking. I don't know why I just was. I pulled on the handle and went in.

There was no cashier so I just went along for snacks. I don't really like candy or chocolate so I went looking for chips. I grabbed a bag of hot chips and slim jim's. I looked over my shoulder and saw the cashier staring. I looked back to my hands.

You're okay Silas. He's just staring

I said to myself and grabbed my stuff and walked up to the counter. He was still staring so I stared back because looking away and awkward would be embarrassing. "30 on pump 12" I said. My car didn't need that much gas but I needed a slight fill. "$44.33" he said clicking his tongue.

All his breathe landed on my face. My face immediately scrunched up with a look of distaste. His breathe smelt like mildew. I hurried up and paid with my card and left. Going back out to my car I grabbed the gas thing and put it in my cars gas tank.

I waited a while before I took the gas thing out and got in in my car. When I sat down I took a huge breath. That was extremely creepy. Soon enough I pulled out the gas station still thinking about that man's breath.

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Authors note:

Any pictures used in the book are not mine.