Touch of betrayal

Chapter 1: 'Inspiration Day'

In a world filled with people.

People who take the smallest things for granted.

They take the most simplest things for granted, masking it with selfishness.

They take breathing for granted.

The ability to be able to move.

A place to call home...

The list goes on.

In my world, there's two types of people:

The ones who can see colors, who can truly experience life to the fullest. They can see the beautiful colors surroundings around them. To the morning they wake up, til they shut their eyelids at night.

The beauty of the reflection of the light of the sun beaming, reflecting on objects throughout the window in the morning.

Reflecting the vibrant color of the wood and everything surroundings the room.

In my world, I long and crave for the presence of color around me. Wanting to see the colors of my surroundings as i pass by neighborhoods, riding my bike. Yearning to see the color of a tree. Wanting the full effect of seeing the colors as i hear the leaves swaying from the wind. To the candy bar wrapper as i tear it off and scrunch it up in a ball before i throw it in the garbage can.

Even to the colors of my paintings.

I, Reagan Jones, am a living part, of this dead black and white world.

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I open my eyes as i feel light beaming across my face, indicating it's the start of a brand new day. I flutter my eyes open, stretching my sore muscles. The view of the light beam from the sun darkens, indicating someone's standing besides my bed.

"Look who's finally awake!" She states. "I thought you we're dead or something"

"Ha. Ha. Very funny Amanda"

"Thanks love, i try" She slicks her hair back, smirking as she does so.

I roll my eyes and stretch once again, groaning in the process.

"Alright Rea Rea, get up i- YOU have a big day ahead of you"

"Whats the occasion?" I ask confused.

"What?"

"You never dress up this good for nothing" I warily eye her appearance. Maya has her hair curled up, a long side with a tank top and a blazer over it and High waisted denim pants with a belt loop around them paired with some flats.

She whistles. "Oh nothing. Absolutely nothing" The corners of her mouth stretch into a smile.

"You're being weird... "

"First, I'm not being weird. And second, we don't have time to waste Reagan. Get your ass up before i make you"

I scoff. "I'd like to see you try"

Maya walks out of the room, disappearing into oblivion. I close my eyes, relaxing my eyelids. I hear someone coming back into the room, but before i have the chance to open my eyes to see who it is i feel the coldness of the liquid seeping into my skin and bolt up from the bed.

"WHAT THE F-"

"-You wouldn't wake up, so i decided to bring on the big guns and filled a cup with water and pour it on you" She shrugs.

"I hate you" I lift up my middle finger in annoyance.

"I hate me too. But anyways" She trails on. "Get dressed. I'm getting late, and so are you"