Colors

Silhouette

In this realm, there was a story about how the citizens of this realm were soft as a cloud; tender and sweet. Anyone was welcome to this wonderful place, there was no boundaries. A colorful world.

At the age of fifth-teen, I wanted to interact with this world.

When I was five, my grandpa would come from that realm, every day, exhausted but would tell me his adventurous stories. I was absorbed and intrigued by every single detail. He said that was you enter; your eyes will sparkle and admire the eccentric beauty of the realm.

When I turned seven, my grandpa fell into a deadly disease and couldn't travel anymore. I would visit him every day, and the only reason was because I still wanted to hear his stories. I didn't care if I already heard them, I fell in love with his stories and the realm.

When I was three, my parents left to the realm and never came back, thus leaving me with my grandparents. After three months of staying with my grandparents, my grandma passed away. I don't remember much, but I know that she hated the realm. Was it because my parents never came back? I never knew the answer.

When I turned fifth-teen, my grandpa passed away. I was devastated. I was depressed. I ran back home, with tears rolling down my cheeks. I locked myself in my room for three days, forgetting what the sun looked like. On the fourth night, I walked out of my room and headed for the attic. I walked up stairs. I saw a rope. I yanked the rope which caused a box to fall down a spill books and papers. I was startled and notice a particular book that looked similar to my grandpa's when he went to the realm. There was only three pages, so I concluded that the rest were torn out and probably thrown away. I wonder why? One page was written and it wasn't my grandpa. Grandma, perhaps? It said, "Camellia." Who is Camellia, I wonder. Then it hit me; the realm!! I wanted to go.

The next morning I departed to the realm. I was so excited that I could hardly contain myself. Those stories that my grandpa told me about, I was going to experience them. I was overjoyed that I ran through the portal with my eyes closed. Once I felt the difference in the air, I open them. Oh boy, will my eyes sparkle like my grandpa told me? When I opened them I...? I... I... was in disarray. The place my grandpa described was a lie.

This world appeared monotone.

There were too many buildings close together, in shambles. The streets with trash. Overcrowded streets. A line of people as if they were machines. The sky grey. Foggy.

Was I in the right realm? Of course, I was in the right one; there was only one realm in our world. Something must had happened, it didn't look how my grandpa would describe it. Many years had transcend, and probably a dictatorship took over.

I walk up to a random person and asked what happen here, but the individual responded with a pale voice, "what do you mean? It's been like since day one. You people come in and destroy this place thus we were numb to the change and adapted. We were once soft as clouds but now we are cold and hard as rocks. Now move, I need to work and earn money." He walked away but I didn't understand when he said 'soft as clouds and hard as rocks.' They look like regular humans to me.

As I walked over the crowded street, there was a loud voice screaming, "I can't take it anymore!!!" I turned around and try to locate where the scream came from. As I turn multiples times, I decided to look up at the buildings and found the individual at the top of a building. The individual was about to jump into oblivion. As I tried to approach to the building, the people were pushing me. They weren't concerned, at all! Bumping with multiple people, I wasn't going to make it to the building. In the end, the individual jumped, thus suiciding. All around him was a puddle of blood. The body was contorted. But the people kept with their tasks. I was amused by their sheer concentration.