Red Sun (371 hits)
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Submitted by NYC is like a Graveyard (View user info) at 2004-09-16 17:20:45 EDT
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I walked into the room to find him standing there with his hand slowly rubbing his chin, paintbrush in the other hand, quietly pondering what to do next. His face showed no emotion, as always. Who knows what this man thinks.
"What's going on? Why is there paint all over the walls?" I looked up. "Dude, the whole room is painted red."
I wasn't exaggerating either, from the ceiling to the once white carpet, a dark hue of red reflected off of every surface in the room excluding my skin. The carpet was all crusty and gobbed together in clumps, making walking a difficult task. It was like walking on slippery mud.
"I don't want this," he quietly said. And with that, he walked out of the room, paintbrush and can of paint in hand.
A few seconds later I heard the door shut with an almost inaudible woosh of air and a click as the door knob twisted back into place. I didn't think of it at the time, but this was the first time Jacob had stepped outside in the better part of three months. Usually, he just kept to himself in the basement, painting and sketching various shapes and figures. But what he painted most were large and beautiful landscapes with the sun being the main focal point. Jacob had real talent, not just by my standards, but by anyone who had ever seen his art.
Why did he always stay inside? We shared a house in the pacific northwest; valleys, mountains, rivers, beautiful sunsets and equally beautiful starry nights were in any direction. Maybe he was finally going to take a hike in the forest that bordered our back yard.
After carefully taking off my shoes at the door to the now-red room, I went to the window and opened the blind, trying to see what he was doing. He was flipping off the sun. The paint brush was in the middle of the street.
Then he threw the bucket of red paint towards it, but it all fell back down to Earth, on the dead grass and old sidewalk.
He screamed bloody murder and gripped his hair with both of his hands. I ran towards the door, flung it open, and sprinted to my friends side. Jacob fell to the ground on both knees, sobbing, hands now covering his eyes.
The sun was still yellow.
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