When she draws, it is always the same figure that emerges in his pencil. An angel. An angel, crouched, wings folded, her hair falling on her face. A sad angel, who is injured, a projectile murderer.
This angel is probably it. History Melissa, I heard dozens of times. Mentally ill father, mother submitted, temper tantrums at home, sexual abuse. She was the oldest. It protected his brother and sister. They had all learned the lesson number one in the house: do not make noise. Spinning cloth. Melissa spent her childhood in spinning cloth. It turned into little mouse. In high school, the little mouse was not very popular, obviously. She has been put away, we laughed at her, she was spat at.
few months ago, Melissa found herself in jail. She freaked out when its owner, who continued pressing its advances, has found her half naked. She took a kitchen knife, he was asked about the throat and threatened to kill him.
And now she tries to escape. She attends a body of St. Jerome, Here through the arts. A room full of colors makes for marginals as she trippent painting, sculpture, theater.
Melissa, therefore, draws angels. Maybe his pen and with a little help, one day, they manage to unfold their wings.
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