{~Colorless~}

(Prologue)

     Never once has the world looked so beautiful, the grass looked so green, the sky so vibrant, you honetsly could stay all day and never once complain. Being outside, especisally in the garden, is so much better at healing emotional wounds then going do some corny therapist, who would just give you drugs to ease your pain. Man, I wish kids like me would enjoy as much..

     The wind held a strong breeze that almost entirely swept the paper out of the small childs hand, but he was able to hold it down with the side of his left palm. He looked no older than five at most, his blonde like hair and almost sky-like blue eyes seem to move to the beat of the sounds around him, almost like a dance. He clicked the mechanical Pencil a little impatiantly, wanting no longer to write but just to listen to all the noises.  

     All around him was a small, slightly pale looking garden, the colors and overly-warm climate seemed to strike the most out of the flowers vibrantness and the sky seemed to be cloudy, but brightly blue. It was at the back of an apartment house with worn-like brown bricks. Noises of cars, roads, shop music, and all sorts of things in the background, but it seemed to be drowned out by the sounds and songs of the birds in the backyard. There was even a small, somewhat soggy trail of rocks that led to the shed, where an abandoned squirrels nest lay.

     The little boy hummed a small four note tune, trying his best to match the tone of the birds. his voice came out light, but smooth. "Where the sky meets the sun, theres a big starry space, one day as i will fly, to my dreams beyond, to a better---"

     He was stopped by a large bird, probably a jay. It stopped its singing to let out a different tune. the little boy looked confused, starring at the strange bird. They always sang the same tune... why now would it be different?

     Inside, he could hear crashing inside one of the lowest apartments. He didn't bother to check it out though, this always happened when his mommy and daddy fought... but it seemed strange. why now? it was usually on Saturdays they fought,

     A Man and Women came crashing out through a sliding door, their arms, backs, heads, almost every part of them was covered in luggage.

     "Collin! Get your ass over here now! we need to leave!!" the women yelled across the yard. she could hardly stand up, she was carrying so much on her. the man pushed her towards the gate, "No time for him! Leave the brat here! less to worry about!" he said loudly enough for Collin to hear.

     Collin couldnt say, do, see anything. he knew they where leaving, but that wasnt the problem.

     Why where they leaving?

     It was the bright, soundless cloud of orange gas, and the ringing silence that stung his ears right after that answered that very question.