Colourblind

Cherry red lipstick

Two hours after the incident (after neighbours called the police because of the gunshots), Caine and Jay were taken away by people who fussed over them and gave them milk. So much milk that Jay vomited over their bright blue uniforms. Jay cried after that. He cried and cried and cried, Caine yelled at him but eventually joined in.

Caine started off whimpering but the screams came louder and soon after, he remembered a man in thick rimmed glasses stabbing a needle into his thigh. Caine didn't remember anything else for those few hours.

When he woke up they wouldn't let him see Jay. The people in the blue uniforms said it would scare him. They all treated him like he was some sort of a nut case. Crazy. Psycho. He had kicked and screamed and lashed out but they held him by his waist until Caine drove his first into one man's face, breaking his nose, and ran towards Jay who was reaching towards him.

They let them stay together after that.

With sirens blaring, they were taken to a police station where Caine was asked questions.

"Did your father hurt you?"

"When? He didn't hurt me that day. He has before."

"Did you shoot your father?"

"I wish. "

"Are you aware that both your mother and father have unfortunately passed away?"

"Get the fuck out of my face."

After the last question he spied his name being put on a list that was labelled ;'suspects'. He didn't care anymore. All he had wanted to do was go to sleep.

Seven dragging hours later, he and Jay were given a bed somewhere that Caine didn't catch the name of. Unfortunately they only had one, so he and Jay had to share, but Jay refused to be taken somewhere else. He fell asleep almost instantly, whilst Caine lay awake, trying to calm the sobs that racked his stick-like frame, threatening to wake Jay.

Some time later, he was woken by the smell of coffee and bacon. He sat up to take in his surroundings, accidentally disturbing Jay from his sleep.
Cold. That was the word he'd use to describe this room. It wasn't that the room itself was cold, on the contrary actually. It was that everything was either blue or white. The room was quite small and had pale blue walls with a white framed mirror. It had deep ocean blue carpet and the furniture was all silver/cyan. There was a small cupboard opposite the door, which had a silver trimming on it. The room smelled distinctly of vanilla air freshener and was quite bright, too.

Caine lifted his skinny body up, gently placing Jay where he was asleep a few moments before. He put his thumb in his mouth and snored quietly. Caine walked sluggishly to the sparkling white bathroom.

He stared at himself in the blue tinted mirror. His green eyes (slightly darker than his mother's) gazed dully back at him. What with the giant purple circles under his eyes, contrasting with his pale complexion, Caine resembled a corpse.

He swept his black hair out of his eyes and splashed cold water over his face. The water gave him some colour to his cheeks at least. He leaned over the white sink, clenching it so hard his knuckles matched it, staring at his eyes, his pupils enlarging, threatening to engulf him in their depression.

Showering rapidly, he searched in vain for some gel and dried himself using the grey towels. He walked back into the room with his towel around his waist and searched for some clothes. Thankfully, someone had left a stick of deodorant on the side, as well as his clothes from the day before, which still had bloodstains.