BTS Short Stories (angst)

Colours (Jhope)

White is what I'm supposed to see. Colours. Instead I see colours. The pills are supposed to be helping me, but I think they're bullshit. Orange, Yellow, Neon.

People are scared of me. Their supposed to be helping me. Nope, the only way they talk to be is through an intercom. They said it was a "temporary experiment", that was 3 months ago. Now I think their just scared.

Same thing everyday. The "ring" sounds through the intercom and they give me a set of numbers and colours. Example; 3-yellow, 6-red, 7-brown, ect. I then have to repeat it back. I've been doing this since day 1. I stopped questioning it after a week of doing so. I eat 3 meals a day. Those meals come through a tiny door in the corner of the room. They slide the meal in at certain times which is the only way I know the time. Other than that, nothing. They don't want to trigger the colours. When they give me the list of numbers and colours I see gray. Gray for dull and boredom. I usually don't like to think hard on things because that's just another way to trigger the colours. So I sit here. Waiting. Waiting for something, anything. Sometimes the colours amuse me. I would think of something happy and I would watch the colours dance around me. Most of the time it's hard to think happy. Boredom fills me.

The ring fills the room. The familiar robotic voice speaks "6-pink, 12-black, 16-blue, 98- red.". I sigh before repeating the words. The ring fills the room again once I finish, "Hello, subject A7." a voice sound. At first I thought I was imagining it. I see gray again. I take chances, "Hello?" I say aloud. I see yellow, for confusion. "What do you see?" the voice says. "What do you mean?" I say. Yellow still lingers. "I heard you see colours, A7." It says. "Yes" I reply. "What do you see?" It repeats. I sigh, which leaves a trail of red for anger. "Yellow, with bits of red" I say. "What do those colours mean? What does it stand for?" It says. The voice now is beginning to sound like a women rather than a robot. "Why do you need to know?" I say, red still circles around me. "A7, I study people in your state. Our crew is working towards a antibiotic. I travel all around the world to do the same thing we are doing right now." The lady says. "Confusion and anger." Blue forms around me. Blue for calmness. Silence. I assume she is writing something down. The same silence fills the room as every morning. "Ok" The voice says, echoing. "This will be an everyday routine. We will still proceed to make you complete the sets for every morning, but this is new. We will check your mood everyday based off colour." She says. Orange dances in my eye view. Orange for annoyance. "Whatever." I say. The ring sounds, signaling that the intercom is turning off. This is my life, voices of strangers and colours surrounding me....

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 Sorry for any grammar issues. I honestly want to be an author when I'm older and grammar is my worst subject. Also it took me forever to actually figure out the Canadian way on how to spell 'Colours'. yay.