[PG-13] Catharsis

[silverdoll14]

Title: Catharsis
Author: silverdoll14
Characters: OhMiya
Rating: PG
Chapter - Word Count: One-shot - 500 words
Disclaimer: I don’t own anything except the story of course. Everything is just fictional. :D
Author's Notes: I’m back. I’m itching all over to release this fic and now I really did~ I wonder when will I learn to lessen first my on-going fics before I release another one. Please scold me people! Well, if you know my other fics that is… (not just OhMiya but also HaeHyuk.) Gomen~ Hmm, this was suppose to be a collaboration with fliuor but then she kindly rejected it. I’m not mad at her though I’m quite nervous. I don’t know how I will execute this fic without her. Hahaha~ Anyways… 

The idea came to me when we are discussing about Aristotle’s art philosophy in Art Theories and Criticisms subject and “catharsis” really intrigued me that time. And then there’s also the activity MAN IN THE DARK which resulted to this story. This will be a fantasy genre (my favorite genre!). I’ll also insert pictures of my paintings/drawing in some chapters starting in Chapter 1 since this will probably involve a lot of arts. Well, Riida is a good artist ne? So just imagine it as Riida’s work or never mind. The base of the story if from my soon-to-be story for HaeHyuk entitled “HUG” but since I still have 13 Super Junior Related fics, I think it won’t happen anymore  and also, a part came from Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets. Hmm, I wonder how many is my on-going stories now? hahaha~ Anyways, dozo!
Read, enjoy and please do leave comments, criticisms and such. Love you all.

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The afternoon breeze blew softly with its warm comfort in the middle of spring. One boy by the window of his room sat in front of a canvas. A brush tainted with black paint was on his right hand. His hand moved delicately and a figure resulted from his musings he let out through his artistic touches. It was a figure of a boy, his knees folded up to his chest. His head buried on it as he was surrounded only by darkness, not a single light breaking through it.

From the slightly opened door of his cozy bedroom, unclear murmurs could be heard and he knew right then that his parents were talking with someone. Smiling in satisfaction after making a few stokes of paint, he set aside his brush then lifted his hand to caress his painting. With a light feeling on his face showing up, complimented with a tint blushed on his chubby cheeks, he felt happy for an unknown reason a 5 year old boy couldn’t understand. But suddenly,

“Argh!” He yelped when a stinging pain attacked his head.

“Ugh!” he breathed in difficulty as the pain increased its intensity, enveloping his head completely. His breathes were ragged. He clenched a handful of his locks hoping the pain would go away. He fell from his chair with a loud thud, curling his tiny body like a fetus, still his eyes shut together.

A high-pitch shrieked of his mother was heard before darkness consumed him.

In another place where darkness reigned victorious and coldness coated everything. Even in daylight when the sun shone above and shared its radiance to everyone, another being in the depths of earth couldn’t enjoy its warm. Hidden under the secrecy of the caves by the mountain in the outskirts of the city where everyone would think it was winter when in fact it was in the middle of spring, a boy hugged his knees and hid his face between it.

Drip… Drip… Drip…

Once in a while, he heard water droplets landing on rocks surrounding him. He didn’t budge. No matter how scary the place was, he wasn’t frightened at all. Maybe because he knew he belonged there and the remnants of his past were comprehended there, lying in the ground with its scabby texture. He could feel it. After all… it was a part of him.

He looked up. Only darkness was in his grasp. A smirk played in his lips with bitterness clenching his heart. He then heard a rumble from another side of the cave, like it a boulder of rock was removed. He hugged his knees tighter. Sooner or later, he would be facing the world again but still it couldn’t remove the feeling of emptiness in his heart. He might see the sun light once again from now on but deep within his heart he knew it wasn’t the light he was looking for. He was looking for his catharsis, a purification that could warm his cold longing heart

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Author’s Note:
Woah, I didn’t know I made it exactly to 500 words.. LOL XD But then it's unbeta-ed. hahaha~
Anyways~ just a question, any idea what will this be about? Aside that it involve arts of course.