The Sixth Sense

Colorless

"Is black and white a color? 

Is black only present when there is the absence of white? Or is it the other way around?

My world was colorless. It was filled with despair and eeriness. Nothing was new, nothing was important either. Everything was in slow motion. And the sad part, I do not dream in color. I do not feel a thing. 

Do you dream?

I hope so that you do. In that case, I wish I could see you in my dream too. I didn't know that was possible until I met her. 

She gave color to my dreams. I wished I have known her even from before, so that I could have saved you. 

I miss you so much, dad."

"From the dreams I have, nothing has ever got me this far.  

I was running far away from the hallway doors as possible. I can't get that far enough to reach a single door exit to escape. I was running towards the narrowing, empty hall. I was spluttering blood all over the place and I can't hide them anymore. I wanted a way out of here. 

I wanted to live.

But they got me."

"Who got you?" Brian asked. 

He looked at me like I was a deranged puppy who was abused. I hated people looking at me that way, but he's the exception. 

"The doctors," I said. 

"What? What they were trying to do to you?" Brian asked again. "Weren't they trying to make you better?"

"No," panic was in my voice. I couldn't keep it any longer. 

"But you said, your sister.."

"She is not my sister," I stopped him. "She's the one who's been taking care of me," 

"I don't understand, what are -" he stopped, and I guess the question he was trying to ask was offending but I continued.

"What am I?" I finished. Brian's face got pale. "Even I don't know the answer to that, Brian."

"But are you okay?" he asked me, and for the first time ever I felt that someone is genuinely caring for me. I nodded my head, trying to hide me enthusiasm. 

"Well then, let's find the answers," he said and stood up, and held his hand out to me. 

"What?"

"Look Isabel, I know it's been a long day for the both of us, so why not stop there, right?" he said that so enthusiastically. I reached out for his hand and he pulled me up to his chest, and quickly I felt his strong grip. "I might not understand what's happening," he whispered. "I don't care what happened to your past. Just trust me that we will find the answers that you're looking for,"

I was flushed. Here is this boy, whom I barely know at all, trying to pry over my past that the hell I don't even know about. But I got too attached to him now, knowing we both shared a past that I still remembered. 

"I don't want you to get involved in any way," I murmured. 

"I am already involved Isabel,"

"I don't want you to get hurt," 

He stopped for a moment to look at me. His stare was going right through me and I can't help but be nervous. He reached for me, and touched my chin with the tips of his fingers. I winced at the feeling, but with his one hand, he caresses the hair on the back of my neck, relieving me. I closed my eyes, inhaled deep and let it go.

I was calmed down.

"Hey," he whispered. "I'm here to protect you," he was staring deep within my eyes and I know that he could see past my soul, and that I felt ashamed. I don't have a soul. I looked away. "What's wrong?"

"Brian, promise me," I whispered. "We protect each other, no matter what happens."

He nodded, and he hugged me. 

For once in my life I felt at ease.

For once in my life I felt safe.

~fin~