We Six

Red

Trent baker. All I remember is the color red before being rescued by a man in a yellow suit. Growing up my parents were scientists, chemists to be more specific. They kept their work life a secret from me because it was very dangerous for a little kid to be around so they were just trying to keep me safe, but every time they would go into the basement I would follow them to sneak a peak before my immediate failure in sneaking into their lab and taken back up stairs by my father. But I would see an all white room with tables and beakers and vials full of beautiful colors of greens, blues, and yellows. So when I saw this I thought my parents were witches making special potions to sell as you can tell I was a kid with a very active imagination. One day I was playing out side in the front yard by myself, now we lived in a gated community with everyone being friends on our block so I wasn't in danger actually I would normally do this while my parents were in their lab. While I was playing outside on my red tricycle playing cops and robbers with my stuffed animals I heard a scream coming from inside the house, then in an instant the house went up in flames. All the windows bust and the reaction was so strong it knocked me out I think. The last thing I remember is waking up only for a little bit being carried by a man to an ambulance looking back at the house seeing it crumple to pieces as it became dust. Now in this moment I didn't even think about my parents I just went back to sleep not being able to do anything being to weak to even try. The next day I wake up in the hospital a tube taped into my nose with a mask over my face for oxygen. I wake up in a panic screaming at the people around me "WHERE ARE MY PARENTS?! WHERE ARE MY PARENTS?!" The people put restraints on my so I wouldn't jump off the hospital bed. After they calmed me down they told me that my parents didn't make it, that they were dealing with some very dangerous chemicals that didn't have the reaction they wanted it to and it took their lives. Now being the 10 year old I was that was a lot to take in. I wanted to start screaming and crying but I didn't know which one to do first so I sat there in stunned silence not being able to move, talk, or even think. I'm glad she told me straight up though because if she would have sugar coated it I would have become a crazy person thinking they were still alive until someone decided to rip off the bandaid and crush my dreams on ever seeing them again later down the road. After that I lived with my auntie Mae who lived down from are old house, growing up I would walk past the empty lot and stare at the rectangle of dead grass where our house used to be and every time I wished to just have one more moment with them to be able to comprehend what they were actually doing, they were trying to help the world and they got burned literally and metaphorically. Flash forward 6 years and now I'm here. When I heard about this place and how they wanted to save our city I decided I wanted to keep on the legacy of my parents. People say I'm narcissistic and arrogant but they don't understand I'm all I have so I had to learn to depend on myself and always being with myself  made me be best friends with the person I saw in the mirror. You can not like me I don't care the only person I need is myself because that's all I've ever had.