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The next day, Tomi didnt see Edward or Alpine. After clipping on a wig and slipping blue contacts over her violet eyes, she ventured into town to find something to do other then wallow up in her bed and waste the day.
She came across an art shop soon enough, and without being able to stop herself, Tomi went inside to look at her options.
She still couldn't get herself to paint, by fear that it might result in her creating scenes from that night James had killed her. She wasn't certain why that's all she could paint. She had so many other things to think about, some positive things had come out of her death, but yet when she went to put paint to a blank canvas, the pain and the fear always won.
The girl ended up buying a small canvas, a single paintbrush and a ring of black paint along with some violet, deciding that if maybe she just tried hard enough she could forget about James and his silent torture.
She settled outside of the shop where they had placed rows of chairs and tables for people to get creative on, and for a while just sat there staring at the depths of white.
She rose her paintbrush few times. Made a few strokes across the canvas. Nothing seemed to come out of it. Just shapes of darkness.
So she switched to the purple paint. She made a circle with it, hoping to maybe start with a replica of her own eye, but she quickly found that the picture she was drawing was broken, and that she could vividly feel and see claws digging in them again.
She dropped her paintbrush, slamming her hands over her eyes in hopes to erase the feeling of the claws in them, but it just felt more real, more painful.
At some point she shot up from her chair, gasping for breath as she began to run and run and run from the shadows she knew were hers.
She ended up in an alleyway south from town, her eyes spilling tears and her breath scattered and broken.
Night engulfed her, and for a moment she couldn't see anything but that. It stroke her skin softly, like a hand beaconing her back to safety, but she cried out and batted her hands against it.
What she didn't expect was to hit something that was flesh and bones.
The shadows froze in space, and with the mighty snap of a finger, they broke like shards of ice and toppled to the floor.
