Cottonbro
Hunger Moment
If it was what one felt while one stared at food or when one had a passion for something or someone. Christine didn't know what the speaker was speaking about. She shifted in her seat and listened as Dr. Folabi kept on talking about hunger and different types of hunger.
"When we talk about emotional hunger, we mean a lot of things ranging from hunger for love and hunger from love...". Dr. Folabi was starting to say but Christine's mind had wandered down memory lane.
She recalled when she was younger and in her early years, she had always loved painting and sadly, she was the kind of person that wanted bad for herself and others. She didn't know why but she derived a kind of feeling whenever people or herself got injured.
You could see it in her paintings, the toxicity and coldness in the eyes of her characters. One of her sponsors called it art gold. Nobody cared to know the in-depth of her paintings. They only made remarks and laugh at the terror in the eyes of the victims of her artworks. It made Christine angrier each night, each day.
There was this day Christine went to the local art gallery for her painting lessons. She was only seventeen years old by that time and she had a recent painting she had almost finished. It was a painting of the evening sky when one looked at it but actually, it was the painting of a woman who was fading away- losing her mental sense of reasoning, disillusioned and depressed, and fully dependent on hard drugs for survival. The sky simply symbolized her open mind clothed with a white substance.
This painting spoke of what Christine thought of in her mind. She saw painting as a way of mixing colors and shaping them into whatever she felt at that moment.
Christine had hoped to finish up the last part of her painting to put it up for audition the next day. The next morning, she had her bath and tried her best to look her best- the artistic best. There and then she went to her locker room, where she kept the painting, and found out that...
She had been robbed
And her artwork was... gone?
She didn't cry, instead, she sat still smiling at no one in particular. That was how Christine managed her anger- she had spent all her time putting up the treasure- something that would finally share her pains with the world.
"It isn't love. If it was the love I wouldn't be here wasting my time. Love isn't my problem."
It was a burst of soft laughter but her eyes were the red color of pepper.
"Then what is it?"
"I'm starving. I'm hungry for revenge."
The doctor scribbled free information into the book before he finally said: "Do you have any idea who might have stolen it?"
"No," Christine replied. "But I must take revenge."
She didn't tell the doctor that she had paid several investigators to find out who stole her painting and that the police spent six whole months digging the case.
The doctor after the long therapy session, made her know he was in no power to help her and referred her to another psychiatric hospital. She curtsied with a smile as she received the complimentary card.
Christine was barely outside the hospital gates when she shredded the card into pieces and flung it into the air.
She was still raving in hunger and she must get her revenge...
And hell will be let loose.