Ink

Stroke 2

Pancakes. I smelled pancakes.

It was 6:30 a.m. and my mother was making buttered pancakes.

My mother is a upbeat, loud, and free spirited, life giver. She claims to have "blond" hair, whatever the hell that means. Apparently my whole family is blond but me.

It never really bothered me. I just don't understand it, why does it matter to others?

It's not like I'm adopted or anything. I knew very well I took over the genes of my grandmother. She was blind as well. Sadly, we have everything on tape. Ew. Thanks dad.

I can hear the footsteps of my father and Grey coming down the stairs and out of the living room, into the kitchen they go for mother's famous pancakes. Loud and obnoxious, waking me up, and annoying me as usual.

I wake up. Eyes still glued shut, and ready to be gently wiped by a damp towel.

Rubbing at my eyes, I slowly stumble to the bathroom not to far away and made sure not to step on the mattress below me. I can't see so this was difficult to do.

In the bathroom I undress and grab the jeans I prepared the night before and tossed out my worn out shorts into the bin of dirty cloths, off comes the scratched up hoodie. My arms were covered in scabs, scars, and caked in blood. I didn't need sight to know.

I turned on the hot water of the shower and scrubbed at the blood. Washing away at the crust of my eyes, I could finally tune into my vision. My skin was a very strange shade of gray that I could not comprehend, but I merely shrugged it off. A very bright gray, translucent almost, Veiny as always though.

Wrapping a towel around my top , I head to the fogged mirror to dry my hair and brush my teeth.

I dried and brushed. My hair still damp and filled with the overpowering scent of roses. I had then to realised my lips felt dry and cracked. I grabbed the moisturizer and lip balm to tend to my complection. As the mirror began to unfog, I spread the balm on my lips.

Then and there, my dull world came to an end. I dropped the small container of cherry flavored lip balm and gasped at the figure before me. I saw, what I would never have thought to see in a million years. Deep strawberry red lips, pale flawless skin, the dark chocolate brown eyes that my mother have.

At the time, I didn't know what those words meant. But what I did know one thing, I can see color.

Soon, my nude body collapsed on the floor and began to quake in shock. My breath was taken away and my heart stopped. Looking all around me roamed with bright, bold colors. Some black and grays were visible but, I cried. Of course. Only my mother would pick these colors for my room. Simple yet beautiful, bold, and full of energy. I found pine green, maroon, violet, I think I saw a color that resembled a bit of a raspberry tint. Gorgeous indeed.
I cried, oh how I cried with joy and confusion. Overflowing with excitement I rushed my no longer gray, graphic, long sleeved T-shirt, but a wild selection of colors that waved like an aurora in the night sky. Galaxy almost.
I've seen one before, not clearly enough though.

Forcing my oversized legs into my ripped up jeans, I waddle out of my bathroom, quickly rushing out my bedroom door and into the kitchen. I nearly trip on the steps but I managed somehow.
Still half dressed and tumbling down trying to zip up my pants, I sat at my usual chair and stared down at my stack of pancakes.
I looked around me in awe. Everywhere I saw more and more color. My world began to sparkle the way it never could before, glamorously.
My brother looked at me in confusion and almost as if I were crazy.
I began to laugh and cry and cover my mouth, trying to hide these emotions. I don't normally show my emotions so, when you're at the dinner table and you start bawling you're eyes out while laughing like the freaking maniac, I think my family members would notice something wrong.