Red

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"The Color Psychology of Red. Red is a bright, warm color that evokes strong emotions. Red is associated with love, warmth, and comfort. Red is also considered an intense, or even angry, color that creates feelings of excitement or intensity. "


I woke up , taking my medication. In hoping it will one day Help my emotions, as well as my able to speak. 

I lost my able to speak 3 years ago, right when my father sent me away. I decided to keep quiet all those times, which did more harm to me , than good. my Voice Box decided to shut down right before the moment i had got Assaulted, i tried to scream for help but that was the moment i realized i had become mute. I had forgot to speak.

I was only walking down the street, on a cold night , heading back home to my Apartment.  My feet patting on the snow as i walked down a Alley way, oh little did i know it reeked the smell of smoke , Cheap whiskey and Sweat. 

My aching legs attempting to fight back, as my clothes where ripped off from the start, it was cold and the figure hovering over my small body didn't seem to care as a swish of emotions rolled down my angel white cheek. My eyes turned red as i attempted to fight back, kicking their chest, i was then pinned against a wall, closing my eyes as i whimpered in pain and passed out. I woke up, to cover myself with my shorts and my jacket as i ran back to my apartment , my legs shaking as i cried into my bed, whispering sweet nothingness into my head to make sure i calmed down. I soon Fell asleep From exhaustion, My legs feel trampled. My stomach hurting and other regions of my body. 

That day i went to school, everyone had looks , my eyes had grey bags under them . i had bruises an scars , and i refused to eat my food. 


thats the day i almost broke. i almost broke into a million pieces, i felt violated, assaulted, confused, hurt and despised of.


A year later, which was now, i came home with the news my father has took his own  life. all my memories floated back as i stuffed my face into the pillow i abused the wall with.

i woke up the next day, as i took my bike to the mall, they had a art section all those years i left.I also see monsters my age getting clothes and necessities for school, i pushed up my glasses as i gathered my things , and bought sketch pencils and a sketch book.

I peered down at the other Teenagers of different sizes and likings.  Although , no one was as small as him.  he walked down the hall, only to look at the different shades of colors, he got distracted.

//YES DREAM AND SWAP ARE BOTH MALES, I WILL STICK ALL CANON INSIDE , THE ONLY THING THAT WILL BE OFF THE CANON SDIDE WILL BE SIZE. SWAP AND DREAM WILL BE TALLER THAN INK . 030 ink is a male as well. //

NO ONES POV>

as ink was staring , two slightly taller people tripped him, as they looked back to  go help him back up. "are you alright?" said a smiling star. A blue infested other grinned. ; " I ! THE MAGNIFICENT SANS WILL HELP THIS SMALL OTHER UP!" i took both their hands as i started to walk away. ink had- trust issues, and Massive Anxiety.

"HEY! WAIT UP! THE MAGNIFICENT SANS WILL BEFRIEND YOU!-" soon after swap had said that , dream had put his hand on his shoulder. " Swap,  he seems a bit down. And since I'm part of the welcoming community to school, i have seen his profile on the list. We will greet him there! sounds good?" he smiled as swap nodded as they skipped off.


? ? ??????? - POV.


i looked around all these ugly damn people , they where more than mistakes to this home, planet of mine, ugly bitches. Most of them went to my School, COD. Cod, is my school; called creation over Destruction.  Its said to have a long pass but if you have a good sense of power , Power as in magic , you will be applied to this school. They never tell the students of new happenings. as well as why we got applied , other than our magic scores.  I looked around the mall as i was making a cross Hatchet with my strings to see Dream and swap help up a child, i looked at them in disgust . Dream and blue where on the other side, creation , and protection, they where guardians and complete annoyances to me and nightmares work!


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