No Red Ink

Creed

Creed wakes up an hour earlier than usual, he was slightly alarmed by the fact that he was awake for he has been waking up at exactly 6:02 am every day since he was 6. but here he was awake and laying on a bed drenched in his own sweat looking over at a clock that says 4:03 am. He curled up into a ball and closed his eyes, but the voices were starting. He could hear people shouting, his mother crying, his dad sighing, people yelling, and common conversations all going on simultaneously. He threw the blankets off his body and jumped off the bed, after getting over momentary blindness he walked to the bathroom and pulled out his medicine. And then he just looked at it. He slowly sat it down on the counter and one voice rang out clearer than all, "don't!" yelled the voice; and that was the end of colliding voices.
Creed sat on the floor in his bedroom until he heard his alarm and he went to turn it off and get dressed. He opened his closest and came to the realization. Everything he owned was shades of melted neutral. He rung his hands together, why had he never noticed before? He pulled out a shirt, and then another, and another. Everything was the same, every flannel was grey, every button down, every regular t shirt was the same miserable grey as every other piece of clothing he owned. He ran to the mirror to make sure he wasn't just color blind and stopped short. His hair was no longer lushly blonde but a light; ordinary, brown. He fully looked himself over and came to the dissatisfying and truly terrifying realization, he had become utterly average. His eyes were the dullest blue and his face had no freckles, he touched his cheek... He used to have freckles from being out in the sun, now his face was bald of anything that could make him anything other than ordinary. He grabbed a bottle of his pills and dumped half of the bottle in his hands but stopped short three inches from his mouth to look down at them. A light white chalky pill and he has been shoving them down his throat for three years to avoid feeling anything. He took a step to the right and dumped them in the toilet, a moment later a flush.
He stepped out of his house and looked around, damn how long has he lived like this? The once blue walls of the house were now chipped and faded the flowers that used to surround the steps were now shriveled and dead. He jumped down the steps the ground making a satisfying thump and he looked up at the sky, the sun hit his skin and after a moment he felt the warmth that started to run across his cheeks. He started to walk again but only took a step before running into a person, he hadn't noticed the hooded person before. They were just as ordinary as he was, or so he thought, but the eyes that caught his were the most odd colored eyes he'd ever seen. Vibrant yellow that melted into red around their pupil, he blinked and then the eyes looking up at him were a stone grey. The face that looked back at him was female, she was seemingly average looking, he helped her to her feet and she quickly pushed away without a word and left. He shouted out a "sorry!" to her back.