Colors Incarnate

Red was breathless as she watched the bright beautiful sun slowly rise to the big blue sky. The sun-rays shone through the thin glass window and brightened every darkness inside red's room. It wasn't too long til she could feel it's warmth covering her body. this was always the upside of waking up at seven A.M. in the morning, which sometimes lid up her only smile for the day.

Having almost all her worries and troubles melted away, she was brought back to reality by the sudden voice of one of her foster brothers."Red! get out of bed or you'll be late for school again," he yelled from outside of her bedroom.

She groaned in frustration as she struggle a little to get out of bed. Once she was on her two bare feet she noticed a long rectangled reflective surface attached to a wall. A mirror. Her reflection was shown back to her. A small sixteen year old girl with long bright red colored hair. She had red eyes that burnt almost as bright as fire. A Small narrow nose was inches above her nicely curved ruby lips, which added nicely to her farily white complexion. She had a nicely toned rounded face and slightly noticeable cheek bones, which gave her a desirable youthful beauty. She was wearing a tight faded pink colored tank top, followed by a grey baggy sweatpants. Red remained frozen in front of the mirror, fascinated by this girl who stood right before her. Red hair and red eyes. The color of anger and rage. A dark and destructive power dwelt within her, one that was only activated through anger and rage. Who am I? She always wondered. She stared into her very own two eyes, hoping even a fragment of a memory would be remembered, but as always, nothing but a total stranger would only stare back. She had no idea who she was, what her purpose was. The only earliest memories she could retain, was a few months ago, where she had awoken somewhere in the fields with the others. Unable to remember anything about herself, except for one thing only... red. Her name was red. The name always intrigued her. She had no idea who had name her red, but she could only assume it was given to her because of her most powerful emotion, anger and rage. The only emotion that made her stronger and intensified her power.

She took her eyes off her reflection. "One day i will find out who you were," She said to herself.

Three sudden knocks were banged onto her door, followed by a loud voice. "Red! you better be getting dressed in there, mary ain't gonna let you miss another day of school you know."It was her foster brother again.

"Alright i'll be out in five minutes Jared," she said.

Jared walked away breathing out a big sigh and mumbled to himself. "Whenever girls say that, it's actually an hour or two."

Red rolled her eyes as she heard that.

To avoid of getting in trouble with her foster mother, she immediately got into action and got dressed. She put on a small black leather jacket. Beneath that she wore a small dark red dress that came down to her knees. She put on some dark boots and straightened her red hair with a hairbrush, her hair now came down a few inches below her shoulders.