It was that day, the day that I got painted. That feel was unimaginable that silky thin brush that touched my canvas was so satisfying. The way he painted me he was so careful, he spent months painting me it wasn’t a problem for me, every second he painted me I got even more joy. But after 7 months of painting me, he just put me in his art gallery sort of shop where he sells his paintings he put the price tag, and I was so disappointed at him. I wanted to get revenge but I was just a painting I only could stare at dumb things. It was hard for me. The worst thing was he didn’t know I had feelings maybe he would be more conscious about me. After 4 months of staring at a wall waiting to be sold something that no one would think of happened. It was like hell came here. Everywhere was on fire even the sky, everyone was running I didn’t understand what was going on. Afterwards, everyone died except some lucky people escaped, after that nobody came in that town, I fell on the ground inside the art gallery 1000 years has passed and I have no hope. Right at that moment I felt footsteps, my hopes rose as the footsteps got closer, it got closer, then I felt something on the back of my canvas. It was definitely a hand he picked me up with soft gloves on his hand he was an archeologist we brushed me to get the dirt off. Then, he handed me to someone else that then put me in a protective cover so I wouldn’t get scratched the cover was so cozy. I fell asleep I opened my eyes at a museum it was really crowded so many people made a line in front of me. I know I’m beautiful but I didn’t know I was majestic. Right off then, somebody shouted out loud ‘MAKE AN AUCTION!”. Then, everyone started repeating the same thing he said everyone took their seats. The auctioneer started. I had so much pressure on me. I knew everyone wanted me. I hoped to go to somebody valuable enough for me. The auctioneer shouted starting with 2 million dollars. I was confused. Did he say dollars? What’s that is it some kind of metal I thought they were going to sell me with gold and he said 2 million that must be a lot so many. People raised their hands. The auctioneer gave the choice to a young drinking man. He said 3 million dollars. I wasn’t that surprised. Therefore, I don’t even know what a “dollar” is. After that man, there were few people that were raising their hands. The auctioneer gave the choice to an old good-looking man. He said, “15 million dollars”. The second he said that the ones that were raising their hands just were really disappointed. Auctioneer shouted ” going once, going twice, going three times”
Sold to John Wayne everyone clapped. I was kind of happy, the man looked confident he was the man I imagined. He took me home and hung me up on the wall the place he lived in looked like a palace but not only that, it also looked creepy. The walls had black paintings the accessories were all black and white. Oh god, I was really wrong about the old man that bought me he was very creepy he wore dirty pajamas then I heard a noise coming from upstairs it was an old woman shouting John ” can you please care about me once and change the bed sheets they smell like dead” I was curiously listening to their conversation about bed sheets till now. It was hilarious, but suddenly my mood changed as the old man shouted “I don’t give a damn about your bed sheet. Shut up and sleep, PRAY THAT YOU HAVE A BED”. The old woman cried to bed. It was late at night like 4 am when I heard a weird sound coming downstairs. It was like someone that couldn’t breathe and was trying to shout, then I remembered the old woman gone downstairs just like 2 minutes before I heard that scream, I thought she was just going to drink some water you know but I was wrong. I started hearing more sounds, it was like paper scraping on wood. Suddenly, I saw something it was really dark so I didn’t see clearly, right at that moment the lights turned on, I thought I was going to faint, but then I remembered I was a painting. I didn’t believe it, the old woman killed, stabbed, ripped, and tared the old man. I had so many questions in my head it was my first night at this place and already I’m seeing murder c’mon when will I ever see something good? She picked him up and went to the garden and she buried him. Then, she got straight back in. I don’t remember more. I fell asleep but the next day police arrived, they were examining the old man’s corpse. It was interesting. There were these 4-legged creatures named dogs they were smart and looked fluffy they examined all around the place. They found an old crate. It looked really heavy. They broke it and opened inside. There was a bunch of old burned paper that had numbers on it. The scientists said it was a coordination they got the valuables out of the house including me. We went to that location on the papers. The place smelled like ash and burned paper. We saw so many archeologists working there. I realized something we were right in front of the art gallery…