blue

II

I wasn't sure why, but I wasn't able to stop thinking about the black haired, pale boy that I ran into. The bruise on my shoulder was the thing that reminded me of him the most. The image of his neck tattoos burned in my
mind.

Why was I thinking of him? He made me feel useless. The way that he pushed me out of the way when I bumped into him proved that he only deemed me as another useless nobody. I wondered if he was thinking of me the same way that I did him. I don't think that I like him, although he was the type of person to be deemed attractive by many, including me. I wasn't falling for him, though, I wouldn't let myself. I think I'm just curious. Curious of his life, why he was so rude towards everyone...

After a few moments of thinking about the beautiful boy, whose name I was yet to discover, I snapped out of my daze. The clock on my bedside table read 11:11pm. I closed my eyes and made a wish as I laid completely still and silent in my bed, which was covered by a duvet with a designed of a black and white silhouette of a city.

I allowed the sense of tranquility consume my limp body as I began to think about how I wanted to travel to the city one day and maybe even around the world. As I looked at my blanket with the beautiful city portrait, I closed my eyes again and let out a deep sigh. It was still 11:11, and I had to make my wish before the clock turned. I was torn between wishing to see colors as I always wished, and learning more about the boy. I had never thought twice about wishing for anything other than to have a life full of colours, but today was different and I was truly torn.

I decided to wish for something possible; seeing colours and discovering more about the boy were probably close to impossible, so instead, I went into deep thought about the city. I had lived in the ugly, smoke filled city known as London all my life. Yes, London is a city. A very big one in fact. But I want a city that welcomes me, and one where I'm not greeted with raindrops splattering into my eyes and making my mascara run each time I leave the house.

I wished that I could go to Los Angeles where anything is possible ad fun and discover where more about the world we live in. I wanted to see different people, learn about different cultures. Maybe, I could even meet someone with the same condition as me, someone who understood me.

We would be the best of friends, almost sisters. I then realized that all I truly wanted was to have someone there for me. Someone to stick by my side unconditionally. For some weird reason, I had the irrational thought that that someone could be the blue eyed boy I ran into. It took all my self control to force myself to push that impossible thought out of my mind.

My final wish was to have someone there for me, not go to the city. Maybe I could find someone in the city, though.

Still pondering about the boy, colourblindness and the city, I told myself to go for a walk. I pulled myself out of my bed and slowly walked down the stairs, each step down making my sore body ache. I reached the second level of our house where the exit was. My mom was working an extremely late shift at the pizzeria tonight, and wouldn't be home at one although I knew that even if she was home she wouldn't notice me walking into the cold night. I looked at the oven clock. It lit up the counter top and read 12:15. I had an hour before my mom got home. Perfect, I muttered to myself.

As I stepped outside, the cool breeze aggressively nipped at my bare ears. I wasn't sure what my plan was, but I needed time to think.

1:02am

It was now two minutes past one and the cool air had only gotten colder and my ears had only gotten more numb and red. My mom would be home soon, I muttered into the strong gust of wind as it hit my face violently. I started to pick up my pace, almost running. If she found out I left she would ground me and probably take away anything that made me feel better about my terrible life. Subconsciously, I kept looking behind me as if to check if anything or anyone was following me. I'm always a paranoid person, but the rain and darkness around me was making me even more anxious to be alone. I was almost home, only a few more blocks to walk. The rain had slowed down, which was nice, but the chill wouldn't ever go away.

During approximately the eighth glance, I saw something. It looked like the silhouette of a tall, male figure. I shuttered, closed my eyes, and told myself it was just my imagination. But after looking back again, I knew it was anything but my imagination.

The figure kept walking faster and faster towards me. without realizing it, my legs broke into a run. I ran around the turn in the sidewalk in an effort to lose the man. Thinking I was successful, I slowed myself down to catch my breath. I didn't stop walking though, just in case he was still on my tail. My heart was beating so fast that I thought it would explode right out of my sweaty, shaking chest.

I was still so confused and horrified I hadn't been double checking what was behind me. The black figure was behind me again, and as he came closer I was able to make out his distinct features. He had a narrow chin, and to me it was black. The colour  of his face became a lighter grey as it reached his forehead. He was muscular, and looked like a basic character off of a violent movie which only worsened the vibes that were radiating off of him. I felt like I recognized him, but that couldn't be possible.

Ignoring most of my thoughts about knowing him, I started running again, this time even faster. My hair blew in my face from the strong wind hitting my face repeatedly. Everything happened so fast that my brain couldn't quite process it.

All of a sudden I felt a cool, foul smelling breath against my neck that sent an immediate chill down my spine. A black bag was held in the man's hands. Before I knew it, that same bag was over my head. I struggled for air as he pulled the two drawstrings around my neck.

Darknness filled my teary eyes as I slipped into a void of unconsciousness.