Short Stories

PROMPT: 'all of life's colours seem to fade to grey...' (5SOS EDITION)

I don't know when it started, but everything suddenly stopped being bright. I can look at the brightest red and only see a result the colour of a fading shirt. I can stare into the bright yellow sun and be blinded by a dull, fading yellow instead of the yellow that I remember.

It's not that I'm going colour blind, I know I'm not. I can SEE the colours but it seems as though the happiness has been sucked out of them, so now they have nothing to do but to fade to grey.

I've got my back to the damp grass as I lay facing the sky. My eyes move back and forth between two fluffy clouds, in my minds eye I can see the bright baby blue of the sky with the stark white clouds bouncing back and forth. In reality all I see are the white clouds drifting solemnly away from each other over a dusty greyish-blue canvas that I know is the sky. The sky without colour I'd so depressing I have to look away.

I squeeze my eyes shut and picture the colours the sky should be. I force myself to remember the world as it used to be, as it should be, not how it is. My face hurts from all the effort I've put into keeping my eyes shut and forcing images into my head. I slowly allow myself to relax, I sigh internally as my facial muscles stop spasming from the effort. Once my face isn't scrunched up and light is shining through my closed eyelids, I let them fall open.

For a split second everything is normal- my heart rises in my throat- the grass is green, the tree trunks are brown and the playground is like a rainbow across the world. Then, just as quick as it started it fades and my heart falls like a ball. Its hits my stomach like a wrecking ball and it takes all the colour.

I sigh inwardly once again and swallow the lump that is forming in my throat. There's no point in crying over something that's lost forever. I heave my body upwards until I'm firmly on my feet. There's a river not far from the park in which I'm currently in. Without a single thought further, my feet move of their own volition towards the river.

As I walk, my mind wanders to times when j was happy, how laughter and smiles used to line my life like a silver lining. Those days are long gone, swept away by the wind and now all that's left are frowns, sighs and worries.

The ground grows softer under my feet causing me to snap out of my reverie as it comes to my attention that the dark gray creeping up on my vision is the ravine. Faintly I can hear the river that runs at the bottom of the ravine, the almost black ravine.

I continue my walk in small steps until the toes of my dull, worn grey converse are hanging over the drop. I can't see the white froth of the river surface because all I see is deep grey. This grey begins to press in on my from all sides, it's pushing my lungs closer together making it harder to breathe.

Each breath begins to take more and more effort, each time I breathe in I breathe in more colour and I drain the world of all the colour that is left. I can't take it anymore. The sound of the river running below me is getting louder and louder. Blood is roaring in my ears and my heart has long since flown out of my chest.

I can't even breathe anymore.

The world around me is nothing more than a grey blur.

I want this to stop.

My foot lifts and I plunge my weight forward. Whoosh! Its finally over, nothing I grey anymore.

It's all black now.

A/n
A friend told me that I only write sad stories. I wonder why that is?