From His Eyes

From his eyes (Chapter 4)

Chapter 4

Cruz

Smells like Teen Spirit by Nirvana is blasting out the speakers as I smack the drums to the deep beat of the song. Deep shades of Blue and Black surround me as I play. My room has dark navy walls, and my bed sits in the middle. My drum set is shocking red and is on the left of my bedroom. Big windows surround the back of my bed letting the sunshine through. I have a big grey carpet in the centre of my room and a piano in the far corner. I have posters of my favourite bands on the wall above my bed. Gold fairy lights stretch along the ceiling by my door with pictures of me and my family hanging from them.

I close my eyes and take it all in. All the colours surrounding my mind slowly dim as I come to the end of the song.

I suddenly get a wave of ideas and my mind is saying one word, WRITE!!! So, I get up from the stool in front of the drums and walk over to my desk which is next to my bedroom door. My laptop sits in the centre of the desk and plants take up most of the space on the shelve above it. I sit down and open my laptop. I let my fingers do the rest and in twenty minutes I've written something:

Synesthesia

I perceive hues with every fiber of my being, painting my world in a symphony of colours that dance upon my senses. What was once a peculiar trait I shunned has blossomed into a wondrous blessing. Each shade whispers a unique melody to my soul, shaping how I behold the tapestry of existence. And if you inquire about my cherished hue, it is the purity of white that enfolds me in serenity. Music, a celestial creation woven into my very essence, is not just a part of me but a divine marvel I hold dear.

So, I guess I'm writing about my gift. I write often as when I write I let the colours guide me. Bright shades of yellow surround me with the tiniest of lime green. This is small compared to what I normally write. I close my laptop and flop on my bed. My eye catches the piano sitting in the corner of the room. I haven't played it in two whole years. I haven't touched it. I feel something stirring inside of me and I turn my attention to something else. The photos. I look at the one with me and my brother when we went to the sea a few years back. I close my eyes and remember how happy I was that day. My brother had pushed me into the water, and I started screaming because he said he saw a shark. Those bright purples and strong bright blues flood my mind back to that memory.

Those days my sister was still alive. Things were the same as they had always been. With the thought of this, there's this fear I swallow down. Since my sister passed away me and my brother got a lot closer because my dad closed up and my mom was always working. We only have each other and even though it might sound sad I'm glad I have him.

At the thought of my brother, I pick up my phone and text him.

Hey will. Remember the time you pushed me into OPEN SEA and told me there was a shark? Just had a good laugh. Miss you.

We didn't talk about my sister often, but I knew Wilbur did think about her. He's 11 years old now and he is my little buddy. Rose. Rose Flores was my sister's name. We were twins. I was older by two minutes. She passed away when we were 14. Car crash. It was something I never wanted to go back to. The day the phone call came it was like a piece of me died. I miss her. A lot.

My phone buzzes in my hand.

Wilbur: Hey cruzshippppp.... I remember like it was yesterday. Haha. I can still hear you screaminggg!! Also miss you too stinker.

Yup. That's my brother. Always making me laugh.

Ummm not funny... where you btw?

Wilbur: With some friends. I'll be home by six.

Ever since Rose... I'm definitely more protective with Wilbur. I look at the clock on my wall and see it is already 16:09. I watch the arm of the clock go around a few times until my eyes feel heavy and I close them.