The Price of Defiance

~SIENNA POV~

I don't know when painting became my lifeline. It happened fast, like a fever I couldn't shake.

One day, I was just staring at a blank wall, feeling like I was going to scream until my throat bled. The next, I was drowning a canvas in color just to stop my hands from shaking.

The art room…at least that's what I call it…is on the third floor. It's the only room in this massive, perfect