I sat in my bed staring at my supposed "blank" canvas with the painting of a girl, her head dipped into a body of discoloured water she looked like she had put up a struggle, fear captured in her eyes,mouth wide open and her hand gripping unto what seems to be the asserted grip of the assaulter, she had a cut on her forehead and a bruise on lower lip. It was like the painter was depicting something in reality like he or she lived through that moment capturing the emotions with mere strokes of paint like the wand to its wizard I thought. I began to frantically search for the name signed to the painting after searching for a good amount of time until I gave up.