Muse

Chapter 15

I don't respond to the knock on my door. I don't respond when I hear the attempts to turn the locked knob. I don't respond when I hear my mum tell me that supper is ready. I just sit there and wait. What am I waiting for? I'm not even sure. Maybe I'm waiting for my muse to accept me. Maybe I'm waiting for things to finally go right.

"Morgan? Morgan, are you alright?"

"Mom, I'm fine. I just want to be left alone for now. I'm trying to focus on a really important project."

"Well, at least unlock the door."

"Fine."

I pull my self off of the floor and realize that my legs are asleep. How long have I been sitting here? I look at the clock and realize it's 6:45; I got home at 3:55. I shuffle to the door, unlock it and turn around to resume my position on the floor. I hear the door open and turn around.

"Mom, I unlocked the door. You said you'd leave me to my project if I'd unlock the door."

"Looks like some project," she says as she surveys the empty floor.

"Okay, there's no project, but I just needed some privacy to think."

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing mom."

"Something happened. You never act like this. I'm not leaving until you tell me."

I breathe in and exhale a heavy sigh and decide to tell her.

"I met my muse today."

"Oh my stars! My little Morgan has found her muse! Who is he?"

"Don't get too excited. He wants nothing to do with me; he made that very clear."

"What do you mean?"

"He said it was a mistake. That he's not meant to be with anyone. He's a genetic mutation."

"Well just because he's a mutation doesn't mean he can't be with someone. It just makes it a little harder to find the right one for you."

"That's the thing, two people made him see color. The first time, it was Shannon Banks, but she didn't see color. Then, me. Well, he shut down after ninth grade when he found out he was a mutation. He didn't want anything to do with anyone. He said it was because it was easier to just stay away from people than to not and end up hurting someone. He told me that he didn't even have to touch me to see color, that he just got near me and his color faded and came back, but with a stronger intensity."

"I'm not sure if you're aware, but there are tons of genetic mutations out there, some just don't know it."

"Then why did I just hear about them today?"

"They keep it a secret. All kinds of people lie about there muses. Some make another see color, while they themselves do not, but just tell the other person that they see color too. Some couples don't make either one see color, but go around saying they do. In his case, he saw color, but the one who made him see it, did not. Actually, there's something I need to tell you."

"What is it?"

"I'm a genetic mutation."