Colorless

Colorless // Chapter One

   I take one last look at the place I used to call home, now a dull blur of a town, fading out in the rear view mirror of my old, grey car. 

  I let out a sigh of relief, I've escaped.

  No more listening to the same old people telling me the same old things.

  No more long nights of me feeling as if my life is slowly fading away, like the Flickr of a dying candle; Like the fading color of a beautiful sunset.

  I finally get to pursue my happiness in the one thing that made me feel at home, and at peace.

Art.

  I knew I had to leave home when suddenly I started painting in black and white paints.

  The paintbrush always seemed to control me, sloshing dull paints across my canvas.

  And then, out of nowhere Painting didn't sooth my pain anymore.

  The brush didn't take away the pain and loneliness inside of me as it always had before.

  And instead, painting became a way to channel pain, rather than release it.

  I wanted to feel the high of the colorful patterns swirling against the blank canvas that stood before me.

  I wanted to be completely and absolutely consumed by the happiness that came from painting.

  I just wanted to feel that feeling again.

  It felt as though this town was holding me back from what I was meant to be creating.

  Because now, my art, my feelings, my heart, was all completely colorless.

  And I was completely, undoubtedly, consumed with sadness rather than happiness.

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  As I pull up to the camp my best friend, Korra's voice echoes through my head.

'I'm going to miss you a lot.' I smile, tears welling up into my eyes.

  'I can't believe you're leaving me for the whole summer, you suck!' She playfully taunts, whining.

'Just know I'm only a phone call away' I smile.

  'You have to promise to call me every single day! And if anyone gives you trouble call me and I'm coming to beat their asses, despite your protests.' She laughs.

She runs into my arms, hugging me tightly.

  'Were only going to be a hour or so away Korra! You'll be fine, you're the strongest person I know. And it's only for a summer.' I reassure her, strapping my last bag into my car.

  'Okay?" I ask.

  'K.' She replies with a smile.

  And that was the last time I'd see my best friend for the summer.

  But it's all for the better, as long as I can find the happiness that had somehow died within myself throughout the year.

  I grab my two duffel bags from the back seat of my car and begin my first steps to the beginning of my dream.

This was it.

  The school I've been saving up to go to for years after I'd discovered my passion for art.

Nobody is going to ruin this for me, I won't let anything stand in my way.

I silently promise to myself over and over that I'll try my best and become a more skillful artist.