Chapter Text
You are an Artist.
Your eyes shot open as the piercing sound of your alarm nagged at your ears. You sat up, not bothering to wipe your hair off your face, and slowly got out of bed. Shutting the alarm, you flinched as the sharp sunlight pierced your eyes. As the birds chirped outside you hazily walk over to your dresser. You Looked outside, the thermometer showed 34 °C, still as warm as ever. Makes sense, in the region of the Hollyberry kingdom is very common to have warm weather, you honestly don't remember the last time you saw rain or any chilly weather. You turned your attention back to the dresser.
Barely enough to pay the bills, thanks to a minimum wage job and your online art website.
You shuffle through the drawer, picking out a simple white tank top and some black jean shorts, and of course, socks and underwear.
Who would bother to kneel down for a lowly cookie like you?
You stood in front of a mirror and examined your figure, tall and slim, maybe a little malnourished. You examined your hair, long and messy, pink and blue highlights gleamed in your raven black hair. You examined your eyes, blue as the clear sky, pink as a blush on a flustered girl's cheeks, looking straight back at you... As if they're judging you. You examined your skin, pale white as the snow, little gray freckles scattered across your face and shoulders. You stare at yourself, on what you've become, your reflection starts... Changing? You no longer feel like yourself, the room gets dark, the walls are bleeding.
Tell me, who would bother-
You blinked as your mind registered the not-so-quiet ticking of the clock, looking back, your reflection is normal. You look back at the clock, 7:09. Your heart skips a beat, the jelly bear train arrives in six minutes and you didn't even prepare your bag. Quickly, you scrambled about your room and gathered your stuff, your purse, a sketchbook, a pencil case, your phone, and your work uniform. You hurry and grab all you need before putting some shoes on and bolting out the door to the train station. You made it just in time before the train left. Your destination: Hollyberry kingdom.
The train was always quiet, no one really takes this specific morning train, mainly because it's old and a bit dirty, but for a cheap cookie like you it's perfect. You often find yourself looking out of the window, looking for... anything. Whether it is for inspiration, boredom, or to not make eye contact with whoever happens to sit near you, it's always nice to look over the raspberry fields. Propping your head with your arm, you can't help but close your eyes for a moment of rest. The moment was short-lived though, as the train screeched, an indication of coming to a stop, you get up and exit the train.
You looked at your wristwatch, your shift starts in about an hour and fifteen minutes, time to do the usual. Walking through the Hollyberry Marketplace, you reach your favorite place in the kingdom. Hollyberry's statue, right in the center of the busy marketplace. You sit down at a table near it, picking a different angle than the last time you've been here. How many times did you draw her already? Six? Seven? Eight times? Doesn't matter, you get your sketchbook and pencil case out of your bag and got to work. Drawing the statue never gets old, but why is that exactly? Nothing too complicated, you just... Really admire Hollyberry. The more the graphite of your pencil stained the paper, the faster time seemed to flow by.
-----------------------
Finally, it was the end of your shift. You come back to the same spot you were this morning. Sitting a bit farther back this time, you reach into your bag, but then you realized. You can't find your sketchbook. You frantically shuffle through your bag trying to find it, to no avail. Defeated, you sigh and get up. You were just about to head back to the train station when someone approached you.
'' Excuse me, miss, is this yours? '' A cheerfull voice spoke out from behind you.
You turn around in surprise, and that is when you saw.
The Pink Berry Eyes.
---------------- To Be Continued ----------------