Cold Colours (EDITING)

Glass and Blood (2.O)

I let out a squeak, my eyes widening in horror at the sight in front of me.

See? Perfect.

The man from before was suddenly behind me, his hand resting gently on my shoulder. He was watching me through the mirror, a wicked smirk spreading across his face as tears pour from my eyes.

My black and red eyes. Ghoul's eyes.

"What did you do!" I manage to screech, my hands raising to my face and gripping onto it tightly. My lip was quivering, my eyes as wide as they could go. As I stand stock still in front of the mirror my lungs begin to contract, panic setting in slowly as I watch my reflection.

I didn't do anything. It was the doctors.

His voice was echo-y and hard to make out in some spots, the cold tone sending a cold shiver down my spine once again.

"Doctors? What doctors!" I almost spit, my hands still frozen on my face as my feet stay planted to the ground. I didn't think I could move if I tried.

The man's hand was suddenly over my stomach, tracing a line right where a scar from the hospital was left.

You got my organs. You have my blood.

He spoke slowly and softly, like he was trying to break the news as easily as he could. In truth, I wouldn't be surprised if he was simply trying to drag out the explanation.

"Your blood! What does that even mean?" My words were fast and stuttered, becoming harder and harder to understand as I spoke. I stumbled through every word like a small child trying to sprint from one side of an overgrown lawn to another.

It means you are a ghoul now. Simple as that.

"That makes no sense I am human!"

Then why can't you eat anything but hat kitchen, hm?

His words struck a cord in my brain, suddenly sending off a million signals. In an instant everything clicked into place like a snap of a finger. The inability to eat. The lack of bleeding when I was hurt. This man following me around everywhere.

I was no longer human.

There you are, feel better now?

It was a weird sensation, realizing for the first time you are something completely different than you first thought. I wasn't human anymore yet I walked and talked like any human I had ever met.

Two weeks ago I was human. Two weeks ago I had walked in the park. Two weeks ago I had met my soulmate. Yet now I am being told everything is different.

The first thing I felt was anger. White hot anger. Like a knife being plunged into my chest, it hit home and quickly spread. I grit my teeth, letting my hands fall to the sink where they grip onto the countertop and squeeze it harshly.

Have fun~

The man gives off a smirk before he suddenly disappears into a puff of smoke. I am left alone with anger u had no idea I was capable of holding...

With a growl I punch the glass in front of me, shards flying everywhere.

"Doctors? They are supposed to save lives!" My other hand slams into the already broken glass, sending more shards flying. "Not destroy them!"

I bring my hands back as I turn, storming out of the bathroom and into the living room. The anger still burned low in the pit of my stomach, driving me to pick up a glass bottle of soda I had tried to drink and chuck it across the room. The liquid splashed across the wall and dropped down into the carpet, surely staining it.

Oh but I wasn't done. I picked up bags of chips and crushed them completely, fruits being stomped down into the ground as leftover cakes and food were thrown all over the wall. My TV was struck with my foot, shattering both the glass and my bone.

That didn't stop me.

Even as my fist bled and dripped onto the floor, leaving small circular stains on the carpet I kept going. When I ran out of food to throw and glass to break, pillows were torn to shreds.

I think the only thing that brought me back was the high pitched ringing of my cell phone. As I was a weirdo, I had set a specific tone for every important person in my life.

Even in my full on rage my brain remembered the tone I had set for my mother.

My dying mother.

As soon as the ring filled my ears I instantly froze. The glass of maple syrup in my hand was raised high above my head, about to be shattered against the food covered wall. As I stood there a small crack in the glass forced syrup out and into my hair.

It took my brain a moment to jump into action. As though new pathways where being taken, I snapped out of the rage I was in and jumped over the couch. My purse was laying on the floor under a bunch of pillow fluff, which I swatted away onto for it to stick t the syrup on my fingers.

I huffed in annoyance before forgetting about it, reaching into my purse and rummaging around until I grasp my phone. Instantly I hit the accept call button, bringing to my ear.

"Mom I'm so sorry it's been forever! I'm so sorry I haven't been to visit you I've be-"

"Mrs. (L/N) ?" My spur of apologies meant for my mother were cut off by a chilling voice. My mother's doctor. He was often monotone, especially when something had gone wrong.

Right now things did not sound too good.

"Doctor Spring?" I ask, my tone changing as well as my mood. Intense concern set in, bringing me to my knees as my eyebrows furrow together. I could feel myself subconsciously start to pick at my nails.

"Mrs. (L/N), we need you at the hospital right now." His voice held no sense of urgency, instead a hint of sorrow came through. That was not something you wanted to hear in a doctors voice.

"How is she? Did she need another surgery or something?"

"Mrs. (L/N), I think it best if you were to come in as soon as possible. We will discuss your mother's condition as soon as you do."