Colors

[its_catbug]

I don't know what compelled me to write this... it just sorta happened. 1 A.M. me is weird.
It's a sad one, and also a little note:

Etho is not the only character, but I'm not going to tag the other. Their name isn't mentioned, but it's also not extremely difficult to find out who it is.
The ending is kind of up to your own interpretation, but I'm adding character death tag anyway.
Feels :(



People were different colors.
In my eyes, anyway.
I grew up with the ability to see people’s colors.
It outlined their bodies, and gleamed in their eyes.
I could see it in their footprints and on their breath.
My ability made me feel special.
Different.

When I was young, I observed many things.
Some people were surrounded with light shades.
Pinks, yellows, some white here and there.
They were happy, kindhearted.
Others were cold.
Black, gray, swallowed by darkness.
Colors told me lots of things.
I knew more than anyone should have.

I watched people turn against me.
Their secrets weren't secrets anymore.
They were afraid of what I knew.
I don’t think they understood.
My friends left me.
So, I stayed inside my room all day.
Was this all there was left for me?
The only colors I saw were my own, when I looked in the mirror.

At first I was green, my favorite color.
I didn’t mind being alone, I was calm and at peace.
Then I turned blue, it swirled around me and was distracting.
I felt alone and depressed, no one wanted me.
After that I was red and gray, split into my left and right halves.
I didn’t feel anything except hate and despair.

I stopped looking in the mirror after that.
I didn’t want to see myself darken.
A mask hid the colors on my breath.
The mirror wasn’t on the wall anymore.
Every day I sat out in the snow, but I didn’t look at my footprints.
The cold was like the mother I didn’t have, it was always there.
The snow was a blinding white.

One day, a brown-haired boy joined me.
I tried to push him away, but he was stubborn.
Wasn’t he afraid?
He came back each day and sat with me.
We exchanged names.
He told me stories.
I didn’t say anything, but he knew I listened.
Then, at twilight, he would get up and leave.
Purple footprints followed him.
I think he knew I suffered inside.

It became colder and colder.
He didn’t show up.
I was alone again, and tears stung my eyes.
I waited a week or so, descending back into darkness.
He left, just like the others had left me.
That’s what I believed at the time.
My heart didn't feel any differently.
It was already broken.
Until, he arrived again, very late in the night.

I was warned they were coming to kill me.
He grabbed my hand and pulled me up.
They really did hate me.
Maybe I hated me, too.
I couldn't be normal like everyone else.
Forget me, I don't want them to hurt you.
I told him to save himself.
He was stubborn, though.
Blinding lights and shrouds of black and gray flooded my vision.
Figures surrounded us.

Was this it?
One towered over me, with a raised fist.
Blood dropped into the snow.
It was green, my favorite color.
Maybe he did it, healed my heart.
He screamed my name.
Another blow, this time to my stomach.
I dropped to the ground.
The glistening, cold snow welcomed me.
I awaited the final blow with eyes closed.
It never came.
The snow was stained purple that day.



So, uh, yeah. That's all.

Comments

[linkcam15]

Now I'm sad :(. This was very well written, and very poetic. The purple means it's nebris, right?

[its_catbug]

Well, who it is is up to you... *cough*yeah*cough*
And also, thanks :D

[clashofdemonesense]

;-; Why? So feely... But I love it!

[its_catbug]

I don't really know why, tbh. I'm glad you liked it though :)

[cooki_cutta]

:'( Wow, so many sadsy feelsies.... I like how you wrote it though, in more of the short sentences rather than long, detailed ones. (Also, it seems Etho wasn't really an Ordinary Human.... see what I did there?) :P

[its_catbug]

I decided to try something new with the short sentences, I guess it worked :D
(And yes, I see what you did there and give you props :3)

[cooki_cutta]

Teehee! I have too much time on my hands... :3

[its_catbug]

You're not alone there :P

[chemrepnacl]

No D: holy shit

[its_catbug]

Damn, were the feels too strong? >:/
Hug.

[mooshlovely]

Well, now i'm sad.


(but I really liked it) <3

[its_catbug]

My next post will be happy, I promise ;_;
Also, glad you like it.

[lthomas224]

I'm crying. I am crying.
I love it so much ;-;

[its_catbug]

OMG I MADE SOMEONE CRY. OMG. Not sure if I should feel bad or proud. I think I should be proud. Please forgive me. And thank you :)

[lthomas224]

When writing feels, it is a compliment to say you made someone cry.

[its_catbug]

Yeah, seeing (is it technically "seeing" if its on the internet? Hearing, maybe? Idk :P) people's reactions is just new to me, I guess.
Before joining the salad, I never let anyone read anything I wrote. Haha.

[lthomas224]

Well, let us read it all!

[cooki_cutta]

I second this. Would love to see more from you! :)

[its_catbug]

Hehe, thank you :) I'm going to try to put out more stuff soon before school starts back up, I have a feeling I won't be able to post as much during the school year, sadly :(

[cooki_cutta]

You're not alone there :P *coughcough*totally didn't copy/paste that *coughcough*

[its_catbug]

*cough*soundslegit*coughcough*

[r7]

Written like a poem.... Or at least in poem format. I think it fits the story well.

(Sorry for the very late reply, I'm doing my giant salad catch-up.)

[its_catbug]

No problem with late comments ^.^ and thanks