Doiiha

When it was 3 o'clock in the morning the clock stopped and turned back the time. What was I doing? I thought I just wanted to sleep, without hesitating over anything, without being afraid of anything, just peacefully. But that wasn't my case, I stared at the clock, I saw how the numbers changed, how the past became present in my mind. What I remembered first was the forget-me-not bouquet my dad gave me the day of my graduation. They were my favourite flowers when I was at school. "Dad, what happened to us? You knew everything about me, and now you hardly remember I'm your daughter" I saw how all those lovely memories with my dad popped u

The story starts with Rosie, an adorable and enthusiastic 20-year-old girl, she liked to paint black and white scenarios like old houses, ancient castles and terrifying cemeteries; she never knew why she felt attracted to this kind of mysterious and shivering places, she heard them calling her name with sad, scared, deep and ghostly voices while she was sleeping. At night she used to wake up suddenly from strange and dark dreams where there was a demon telling her name from one of those obscure places. She also felt the need to paint the specific place where the demon was.    One day while she was partying with her friends she felt someone

What should I do to convince myself I'm not what I think? The colors are slowly fading away, leaving the self-portrait in black and white. How can I get the answer if there isn't a way to know my shades? What should I do to convince myself I'm good enough? People leave and I don't move, I'm staying in the same place as yesterday, and I surely be here tomorrow. What should I do?—-