Colours

Part 2

0:51:23

Elizabeth

I finally managed to get myself out of bed, and make my way towards my huge, walk-in closet. After grabbing a pair of dark, high-waisted jeans, and a crop-top that reads NEW YORK CITY across the top, I shove the door shut, and make my way towards the bathroom. Turning the tap to the darker colour on the temperature scale, I step into the warm shower, and let the spray wash away all the old memories of him.

Wiping the fog off the bathroom mirror, I stared into the dark eyes of a changed girl. I've had some bad relationships no doubt, just recently getting out of one actually, but I still have hope for better future. No-one really takes relationships seriously, you just screw until the girl gets pregnant, then the ministry kills the baby while we sleep. Speaking from experience, it doesn't hurt at all. You don't even feel anything until your wrist glows up, telling you to be more careful. That's another thing, girls can't even conceive a baby, until they find their soul mate. Even if you run and hide, it's like the ministry has some sort of tracker hidden within your skull.

Focusing back on myself, I grab some lotion from the cabinet underneath the sink, and slap on some over my thin, Popsicle stick figure. I also manage to run a brush through my thick hair, that cascades down my shoulders.

Mirrors are horrible creations, especially for girls when all they see is black, grey, and white. Everyone secretly hopes that one day; their soul mate will love and cherish them, even when they see our real colours. Maybe he will see my true colours, and think that I'm beautiful. Hey, a girl can dream.

0:43:24

Andrew

I never actually knew it was true. I've never witnessed a relationship work out, soul mates or not. My parents were supposedly soul mates, but since I told my dad the truth he decided that my mom and I weren't worth it. I was an embarrassment to him, so he left while everyone was asleep. And he took my older brother with him against his will.

From what I've heard though, it's inevitable. You simply cannot avoid it, unless you're willing to die. I was sitting at the kitchen table figuring out my game plan, when my mom walked in, still half-asleep. Seeing a figure sitting on the table in complete darkness, she yelped and reached towards the utensil drawer.

"MOM! MOM, IT'S ME! IT'S JUST ME!" I half yelled, half laughed.

"Jesus christ Andy," she croaked, "What are you even doing up at 2 am?"

I guess it was my silence that gave me away, but the fact that my timer was glowing under my long- sleeved shirt wasn't helping either.

"Oh Andy, I'm so sorry. Are you ready for it?"

"No, not really."

"You can't avoid it Andy or you know what will happen."

"Yeah, I know."

"Are you," she hesitated, "Are you going to tell her the truth?"

I shrugged, and slid my chair back, making a beeline for my room. I can't tell her, I just can't. She'll be heartbroken. I'll just have to keep it a secret. Until I can't anymore.