Clarity

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"really mum? a support group?"
the brown haired boy sneered at his mum.

"yes louis, frankly you have no choice. until you move out of my house, you're under my roof and you follow what i say. is that clear?"

i nodded my head and grumbled under my breath while walking to the car. all i could see was orange. everything was orange.

after being in the car for a while i finally mellowed out into a gray. i was gray most of the time.

i used to be yellow. but over the years i've faded to a dark gray. the color would ignite sometimes to a light blue, then drop to a black.

when i was black things were bad, things were wrong, i turned black a lot.

i looked out the window solemnly. why did i have to go to this /stupid/ support group.

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i hadn't looked up since he sat down. only looking at my hands, fiddling with one of my fifteen bracelets.

a man stood in the center of the circle of chairs, he was short and chubby he had not one but three chins. his hair was a dark brown color with grey flecks and his voice sounded as if he had a cold and needed it clear his throat.

"good morning folks! my name is doctor moore!"

some people in the room murmured a good morning in return and he smiled widely.

"it seems as if we have a new visitor today! his name is louis, everyone say hello to louis."

the group replied with a quiet hello and i did a small wave, scanning the room. my eyes landed on a boy. he had black hair. his eyes glinted as they met mine and he smiled.

"so louis, tell us about your... infliction,"
doctor moore said breaking the silence.

i frowned looking down at my sweater
"i have synthesia."

everyone in the room looked perplexed. my cheeks heated under the eyes of the group.

"it's a um... neurological condition. if i look at a color i can taste it and if i taste something i can see the color. feelings have colors, too."

a wave of understanding crossed the faces of my peers except for one. he looked a tad perplexed but wasn't looking at anything in particular, he was staring into the distance. i kept my eyes on him wondering when he would look away from the spot he was staring at.

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doctor moore continues around the room and the people introduced themselves and explained their issues. we finally made our way full circle landing on the final person. a boy with shoulder length curly hair

"harry, would you like to speak?" doctor moore proposed.

the boy didn't move his head toward doctor moore or at all actually he just stared at the same spot. the boy cleared his throat and said, "no sir 'm fine." his tone was clipped and hard. i looked up to his eyes and i could see green peering through his thick lashes.

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the rest of our "lesson" was boring and monotonous. doctor moore droning on about how the lord is the only one who can help us through our difficult journey. it was all bullshit. the entire time my eyes wandered to harry again and again. his loose curls framing his face and the way his right thumb rubbed over his left tracing a cross tattoo. he's a bible thumper isn't he. great.

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harry was a mystery to me. why didn't he look at anyone? what was his reason to being here? i continued to watch the boy as the rest of the group began to leave. harry reached behind him to grab a trench coat and pulled a small rod from the inner pocket. he extended it. it was a cane.

harry was blind.