Colorblind

Color

A few years passed and now Sam was 13. Her and Kat still hung out and Kat gained more friends but so did Sam. They hung out every weekend and always went to each family hang out, together. At this point, they've figured out that all the non-important things to Sam were grey and black and had no color while all the important things were bright and had many colors and if they weren't important anymore, the color faded. Kat's color never fades from Sam's eyes, which was something they were both happy about. Sam had a total of 5 friends now but Kat would always be the brightest. A few days before winter break Sam was called to the office with Kat to talk with someone. They walked to the office together and they were concerned about what was happening.

"Which one of you is Sam?" A strange man asked. "M-me sir" there was a silence. An semi awkward silence and the man was just looking at Sam with a sad face. "Samantha Grace Stevens... I am so sorry to say this but, your parents... they've been...murdered." Sam was broken. She looked at Kat and just hugged her and cried while Kat held her and kept repeating "its gonna be ok..." while she was crying too. He then said "both of your parents made a deal when you two were younger, if one of your parents died the other would accept the child as their own. They didn't want to separate you two."

And so, Kat's parents came to pick up both of them and they took Sam home. Neither of them went to school for a while and when Sam was ready they took her to get her stuff. She cried a little but she was just numb at this point. They held a funeral and she said some goodbyes and stuttered throughout the whole thing but everyone thought it was beautiful. Kat was there for Sam for everything and they loved each other to the moon and back. They went back to school and Kat's friends were more worried about Kat then Sam's friend were worried about Sam. That hurt but only a little. Within a few weeks of both them coming back Sam started to get bullied. She was pushed into lockers, stolen from, told things about herself that she believed... and she'd just smile at them and say "Ok...". What hurt Sam the most in this is the fact that Katleen saw Sam getting bullied all the time but never said anything or did anything.

Sam confronted Kat a few times but Kat just said that they were playing around. She didn't believe that. They kept telling her about how "fat" she was and how ugly her eyes were and just kept going and going on about how she could fix herself. She couldn't speak up for herself though, she was too afraid. Afraid that more would happen and she didn't want that. She didn't want to end up like her parents. All of her friends cut her off when she started isolating herself and asking them if she was this and she was that. Her world was fading and her color was too.

When she was little the only color she would ever see was what she was wearing and what she looked like. She knew her hair color and her eye color and her freckles and she memorized it. She memorized how her lips had a curve like a hair clip and how her eyelashes were long and how her eyebrows were just the right height from her eyes and how her cheekbone was perfectly visible and her freckles were perfect imperfections... and she wanted to change it. She wanted to change everything because of those kids. She became anorexic and self conscious and developed anxiety and depression and bulimia and ADD and she hated herself. She hated every bit but couldn't do anything. Color... it was fading... she hated it... but she was too much a wimp to do anything. "Sam, listen you have to stay strong. Think about your parents, think about your future." That's the only thought that kept her going.

A year passes.

Nothing much has changed. She's going through old books and such and she found an adoption form... with her name on it. She was amazed. "T-they wanted me...? Out of all the k-kids... they chose me..." she said out loud. She thought that if she could just go back and find her real parents, they'd take her back and she could live her life peacefully. That, however, was a much different story.