Brilliantly Dull

|Chapter 1|

"And who are you?"

"I'm me"

He laughed but the seriousness never left his eyes. "Who are you to yourself? What are your interests?"

"I like to read with a warm cup of coffee in my hand. It makes me feel like I'm normal when I close my eyes to take a sip until..." She trails off, staring anywhere but his eyes.

"Until what?" He writes something down before asking her.

"Until-" She stops again but wills herself to continue, "Until I open my eyes again to see the colorless world in front of me. But when I turn back to my book, and the words are the colors they're supposed to be-at least that's what people tell me. I get sucked up in the hero's journey and I forget that I can't see in color, I only know of their world where I can imagine what colors are like. " She sighed dreamily, "It only lasts until the back closes and the spine stops bending. You see, I never re-read books. It never seems the same."

He looks at her sadly. 'I don't want your pity, people are dying and you feel bad because I can't see color?' She wants to ask, but knowing herself, she would keep her mouth clamped shut.

Tick, tick, tick. The clock never stops just like her thoughts.

"Is there any more important information that the doctors mentioned at your last appointment?" He said. She looked up and stared into what seemed to be black eyes. But in reality were probably a dark brown or green.

"I have a 50/50 chance of going completely blind in both eyes. So, I guess I can look forward to that, huh?" She mumbled sarcastically, looking back at the clock.

Five minutes.

"And what about your chances of getting your eyes to see color again?"

"Slimmer than winning the lottery." She looked at her nails, unfazed by the horrible truth.

It was silent for a while as he wrote everything down.

Two minutes.

She tapped her fingers in a rhythmic pattern on the table in front of her. A nervous gesture that calmed her whenever she was impatient or agitated. It was yet another thing that she picked up after the accident.

One minute.

"if there's nothing more you want to tell me, I guess that concludes the session."

She smiled wide and jump out of her seat so fast that the chair spun five times before falling on its side. She kept running until she made it out the door without a wave or second glance.

"How was it?" Her father appeared right in front of her eyes as if he were a ghost. He looked at her with that nervous smile that he wore after every "appointment".

"I already told you that I'm not depressed. Just because I stayed in my room for a day watching YouTube means nothing."

"Normal kids your age don't do that!" He yelled at her exasperatedly throwing his arms around in an annoyed manner.

"Look around Dad," He took in the room around him-the world around him. "People are changing."

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Her person was perfect. Looking exactly like her-- or the her people told her about. Long black hair, (at least that looked the same to her) dark, tan skin, a beauty mark under her right eye, and bright aqua eyes. The only thing Sims didn't let her do was add the long scar that went across her left cheek.