Uncoloured Truth

Chapter 1

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The rain fell, fast and heavy like a million shards of glass, ripping right through Daniel's soul. Black umbrellas surrounded him, suffocating any breathing space left; yet he stood without any shield against the storm.

He was motionless as torrents of rain drenched him to his bones, rivers of water ran along either sides of his shoes and the needles of rain unearthed the soil and retreated into a muddy mess.

Numbness was all he felt, if it could even be classed as a feeling.

The umbrellas slowly departed, their bearers casting dubious but sympathetic glances in his direction and muttering a few words of comfort as they touched his shoulder or nodded in his direction whilst they left.

Time passed, the rain slackened, yet he stood rooted to his position, eyes unwavering in the direction of freshly dug earth that was now sitting on top of the wooden coffin, six feet under.

He waited, because he didn't know what else he could do. He didn't know where to go from here. But he knew one thing: these scars that they had carved so deep into his soul just made him stronger. The pain and suffering they had caused him, and the people closest to him, gave him fresh motivation, and he vowed to repay them for everything.

Daniel Garcia never gave up. And they would soon find out.

With one final glance towards the coffin that held his truest companion, he turned and walked away.

Only when he reached the bus stop did he realise how dark it had actually become. Pulling his hood over his head, he stepped on to the bus and paid the bus fare with whatever scraps of money he could find in his pockets.

As he slumped down into the nearest seat, a girl with dark hair and even darker bags under her eyes scrutinised him from the opposite seat. He ignored her look and faced the window. His clothes stuck to him uncomfortably, the cold of the rain wrapping around his flesh and tormenting him some more. As if the world wasn't already doing enough.

When he reached his stop, he stepped off the bus and was immediately hit by the cold air, the iciness nipping at his fingers until he was forced to shove them into his soggy jean pockets, and the fog of his breath danced in front of him as he reached the front door of his small and neglected home.

The door was already open and he stepped inside, fresh emotions boiling inside of him as he slammed it shut.

"Ma!" He yelled as he took quick steps, heart beating frantically as he shoved open the kitchen door. This was where she spent most of her time.

It was empty.

"Ma!" He shouted with more determination. Anger, fear and guilt gripping his insides as he cautiously stepped into the tiny living room.

He sighed with dizzy relief as he saw her sitting on the only sofa, drinking a cup of what looked like herbal tea. But this emotion quickly faded as he moved toward her in anger.

"Ma, why the hell was the front door open?!" He yelled, not caring that he was cussing right now. "How many times Ma? How many times do I have to tell you? Keep. The door. Locked!" He said between breaths, digging his nails into the palms of his hands as he tried to calm down.

No, he couldn't get angry at his mother. She was all he had left. He had to control his emotions.

Inhaling deeply, he tried to calm his heartbeat.