Colour Me Red

Chapter 13

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I never truly understood why my life had to be so particularly difficult. I mean, I never really did anything wrong. Not really anyway. I ate all of my vegetables and I went to sleep when I was told. I took my father's beatings with no complaints and I never asked questions. But still, I was laying in my own coffin struggling to reach the opening in the ground, every muscle in my body screaming in protest against my mind. I tried desperately to lift myself up but every time I almost made it, the universe pushed me straight back down. I reached deep down for any of the power I displayed earlier, but the one time I tried to connect with them, they decided to go dormant. I struggled against my limp body but pure will power proved meaningless. So I went for the next option.

"Help!" I yelled as loudly as I could, knowing this was a really bad idea. What would I think if someone at the bottom of their grave was yelling for help and I stumbled upon them. Well, I can tell you what I would think, I would think they were absolutely insane. I yelled out again, and again and again until my voice was hoarse and any energy I had left was gone and I was left feeling heavier than before. My eyes began to drift shut once again, but I was startled awake by a deep, scratchy voice,

"Oh my" he sighed. I slit my eyes open and peered up at him, taking in his tanned skin that looked like an old button up shirt that a little boy had crumpled up and shoved in the corner after church. The old man also his grey-white hair slicked back just like your grandfather would have it. "You're in a bit of a pickle, aren't you deary?" In my mind I was yelling 'you don't say' but I was so tired I could only let out a wheeze, "are you one of those brain eating suckers those rowdy teenagers are into these days?" he asked looking down at me, and I painfully shook my head from one ear to the other. "Let me go get my grandson. He'll help you get out that blasted pit, no problem." I let out a weak sigh of relief as I laid there, listening to the old man's slow footsteps traveling further and further away until it was just me and my unsteady breathing. I suddenly remembered my dream, how that man actually saw me as if I was there and he was screaming at me to run, as if in the dream I could be hurt. I wanted to brush it off as if it were just a silly dream, but after all that had happened in the past few days, I knew that would be a very unrealistic thought. I tried to think back to the hooded figures but after not thinking about the dream everything was a little blurry. "What color were those people wearing?" I thought, "was it black, or red? And what were they saying?" I tried to remember every single detail, but the only remaining thing there was the mans face masked with terror and pain. I decided to drop the subject until I met up with Nolan again. I let myself close my eyes and nod off. I think I was asleep for at least 20 minutes before I heard a man's voice speaking out to me, kind of going really quiet then really loud, like someone was shoving my head under water while speaking to me, and then pulling me back out and finishing their sentence. His voice was coming from straight above me and my eyes snapped open when I felt someone slip their hand under my upper back and under my knees.

"nngh-" I whimpered looking up at the man who was lifting me out of my grave. He lifted me above his head and then placed me on the snowy ground before pulling himself up. He hovered over me and I tiredly took in his face and noted the same tan skin that his grandfather had, except his was a lot smoother and his eyes were the same black-brown, too. He had a rounder face and his hair was a curly mess of black. His lips were moving but I wasn't catching anything and suddenly he was snapping his fingers in front of my face finally bringing me back to reality.

"Hey, what's your name?" His voice was deep, but tired sounding. I closed my eyes once again and gathered energy to reply,

"Colour," I rasped, letting out a deep breath,