Alessia's POV

I woke up realizing its almost night, standing up went to the kitchen, and made myself a sandwich and some coffee. I can't believe I have slept the whole day. Deciding what to do to keep me busy I went back to my room. Only one thing comes to mind.

I sit in front of my clean canvas, taking the palette into my hands as my fingers start to move swiftly across the canvas. Painting was always a way to keep me calm, to paint or draw my feelings instead of speaking them and being judged for them.

Since the day I was born I had no one,...