Achromatopsia

-prologue-

(please forgive my awful Italian in the beginning i used google translator so its probably wrong)

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"Ascolta il tuo cuore il mio amore, e mai per un secondo mordere la lingua perche alla fine e giorno le parole che non hai detto che vi perseguitera per sempre," my mom used to always say this to me when I was placed in a tough situation. It was her best piece of advice and to this day I remember when she first said it to me. I was laid in bed with tears in my eyes and hiccupping because I was crying so much; she swept my hair out of my face and whispered these words as if they were a secret for just us to know.

"mama va bene," I said to her trying to smile as she wiped my tears.

"tutto sara a posto cara mio amore," she whispered so kindly in my ear as she kissed my cheek. Most of the time I couldn't understand what she was saying when she spoke in Italian but when she spoke these words I always knew what they meant. Ironically these were the last words she said to me when she died as well.

I remember seeing my parents in their hospital bed barely breathing and when I knew she was about to leave me she said this to me. I was only 12 then and I was without any family. No aunts, uncles, or even grandparents, I was completely alone. Before I knew it I was given a social worker and sent into foster care as soon as possible. But who would want the twelve year old with anger issues so badly I needed pills to calm me down daily? I quickly became bitter and pessimistic while in the system, I lost hope that someone would want me; until the Fosters adopted me. Apparently they had tried many times to have kids and failed every time except once, they had a daughter named Lily and their nephew who they also adopted named Luke.

I was excited to finally have a home but I didn't get my hopes up because they probably wouldn't be able to handle my issues. My anger issues, my night terrors, and my anxiety all an effect from the accident that killed my family and left me completely untouched, besides my new unability to see in color. I mean actual bright outstanding normal color. No all I was able to see were colors that were so light they were close to gray. But anyway talk about some guilt huh? But I was wrong; they were able to handle them all. They quickly accepted me and took me to the right doctors that I needed. They let me join football teams when I wanted to. I couldn't ask for anything better? They understood me, Mrs. Foster had lost her sister in a terrible crash as well and her mom had died as well when she was a kid. That's probably why I was so close to her more than anyone. But despite this they never understood when I said that I saw only in black and white. No color. Ever since the accident I had lost the ability to see in color. It was like watching a movie in only black and white that never ended. Doctor after doctor they all said the same thing, it was an effect from the accident and there was nothing they could do about it. That they were terribly sorry but it was useless to try and find a cure. Little did I know that in a few years when I would turn 18 I would find my cure. It wasn't in a pill, or an injection, or in anything medical. It was in her.

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Hope you all enjoyed this small prologue, this story is going to have small chapters most of the time due to the style of writing that i am writing this in. hope you all liked it :)