Chapter 63 She is a Murderer Now

Chapter 63 Clare: I started to fail ill more often. He never stopped hurting me physically even when he Saw me crying out of pain. He used to spank me more when I try to oppose him. Earlier I used to paint a lot, but after it all started I couldn't even hold a paper or a paintbrush. I used to consume painkillers a lot. During the Christmas of a year, he was away from home. Only for some days, I thought that I got some relief. I got out of my bed when I felt I was recovering. Since I was alone in my home I didn't want to go out, so I thought of cleaning my room when I found my paints and paintbrushes stored in a cupboard. I thought of touching them again, I thought of starting painting again. That day I pulled out mind drawing sheets and sit on the balcony. The nature was cold and I was wearing baggy clothes to prevent myself from getting cold again. I was already getting sick very often and didn't want to make myself ill anymore. I looked outside and started painting. I drew a Ch