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History: It was raining the day she was born, as if the world had shed great tears in light of what was to come. Renee Louise Teppet was given human life in Meadow Days Hospital, England. Unfortunately, a life was lost that day as well- the life of Michelle Teppet, Renee’s mother.
The death of his wife was lessened by the arrival of his daughter, and Renee’s father grew attached to her rather quickly. He was not a man who’s heart and values would fall even if a beloved person of his died. Richard Teppet raised Renee with care, feeding her with gusto at meals, singing her to sleep during naptime, reading her stories at bedtime. He loved her so very much, and Renee loved him as well. The two grew up happily together, as his father taught Renee about the world, and opened her eyes to the place that she lived in. Renee was a quirky and boisterous child, but even when she’d fall on the sidewalk from some crazy antic she’d tried out that day, she’d always greet her father with a smile when he came home from his job. Their relationship was one built on love and trust, and neither Renee nor her father would have it any other way.
At the age of twelve, Renee discovered a passion that completely flipped her life upside down. The passion was art, particularly oil paint. She would paint day in and day out, making wonderful worlds that her twelve year old self could play in. At first, her father was welcoming in her discovery, and supported it, thinking of it as just a passing phase. However, as time passed on, and Renee blew out another candle, and another, he began to grow frantic. Renee was devoting most of her time to art, and her skill had grown significantly. She’d already become vaguely well known in their town from winning a couple of children’s art contests hosted both locally and non locally. Richard Teppet was afraid that he’d lose his daughter- especially since his late wife was a painter, and seeing his daughter mirror Michelle’s own actions nearly broke his heart. The pent up emotions that Renee’s father kept inside began to boil into a rage.
By the age of sixteen, Renee was famous in London from the art that she’d made, still disobeying her father’s requests for her to quit the ridiculous hobby that she’d started. The love that had formed between father and daughter dissolved, through each person’s own selfish behavior and stubborn opinion. By now, Renee and her father were arguing daily about whether or not she would continue painting. In the end, the answer would always be no, Renee would never stop painting, and she’d never listen to her father. Day in and day out, Renee painted, and arranged to have a tutor help catch her up on what she missed in school.
When she was seventeen, tragedy struck like lightning through the cloudy skies of London. Renee’s art was to be displayed in her own gallery for the first time! She wanted to go so badly, but the opening day of the gallery was also father’s day, and Richard Teppet was adamant on having the female spend the day with him. However, Renee was still in her rebellious stage, and thus, the biggest fight the two had ever had came into play.
”You’ll never understand me, stupid old man!” the seventeen year old Renee stamped her foot on the ground, a ferocious glare in her eyes.
”I don’t bloody care if I don’t understand you, young lady, you are not going to attend that gallery! This art crap was just for fun at first!” her father shouted back.
”It’s so much more than that, dad!” she screamed, now becoming more agitated by his cruel remarks, ”It’s so much more!”
”I don’t give a fuck if it’s so much more to you! It’s not so much to me!” her father hollered back, ”You can’t draw anything that great after all!”
At this, Renee froze, tears forming in her eyes, biting her lip. Her father had gone much too far.
After a moment a silence, Renee simply brushed past her father, an icy tone to her voice as she spoke, ”I’m never going to regard you as my father again.”
After Renee had left, her father had sat in the room, his head in his hands, sweat on his forehead, thinking. I probably was too tough on her.. I should go apologize...we can work this out... With that, he stood up, opening the door to their house and making his way out.
Renee was at the gallery when she got a phone call from the hospital. Apparently, there had been a hit and run accident. The victim: Richard Teppet. Renee sank to her knees as the nurse relayed the story to her. Her father was on the street across from the gallery, when a car had sped past the red light, and hit him at forty five miles per hour...and he hadn’t made it. Her father was dead. Renee sank to her knees, tears forming in her eyes. It was because of her, she told herself, it was because she’d trusted art more than her father. It was because she’d loved art, and pushed everything away. It was because of art, that her father was dead. And with that, a pitch black hatred bloomed in Renee’s heart, for the one thing that she’d loved; art.
It rained that day.
However, Renee had devoted her whole childhood to drawing; she couldn’t just stop now. She didn’t know what else to do, she had nothing, no one, not anything to hold onto but art. And she hated that too. Renee closed herself off from the world, constantly blaming herself for drawing, even though it was the cause of her father’s death. As a result of her inner turmoil, Renee slowly began to harm herself. It started with a slight knick to her wrists, as a punishment for painting, but then it became so much more. Renee became a cutter- and she still is.
The school sent Renee a letter shortly thereafter, inviting her to attend as an art student in her eighteenth year of living. Renee was low on funds at the time, and the letter mentioned free food and bunking, so off she went.
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