Painted Black

Chapter 1

"Clear, can you tell me about yourself?"

That question. Its always that question that sets my mind ablaze with thoughts and memories. There is an abundance of those in my mind. Useless memories, facts, names, numbers, and more. All completely and utterly useless.

No one cares, they just want to know why my name is Clear, I dont know why. Maybe it's my brighter than the sky blue eyes, or pretty pale skin, or my short black hair? Or maybe the fact that the skin on my abdomen is see through?

Yea, you heard me. Im see through. Its perfectly normal skin, just clear. It shares the same purpose. You can just see my intestines and the lower part of my ribcage. Oh and the reason you dont see the muscle there is because that too is invisible. Strange right?

No, not yet, you haven't heard strange. Not yet my friend. Just you wait until you meet the rest of my family.

"Lets see here," I started, bringing a hand to my chin, "My name is Clear Black, I'm 19 years old. My abdomen is see through. Im obsessed with old rock music. That a about it." The counselor looked alarmed. Mostly sick, but alarmed.

"Your what?" Her red, previously pursed lips were agape, brown eyes wide, her brown hair was pulled back in a neat bun, she wore a red dress that went below the knees. Oh, she also wore black heels too.

"My abdomen is see through, " I repeated bluntly. I gripped the rim of my black and gray striped shirt, a bit nervously. Mostly I use 'nervousness' to hide my desire to show off my see thoroughness.

"Im going to have to ask you to lift your shirt," another person walked in. He wore a white science lab coat, and held a clip board.

"I thought I was here for my so called 'mental illness'," I pointed out, "or did you clear me for sane again?"

"Not yet Ms Black," he smiled gently, it made me scoff in disgust. I've been in this room for three hours answering their stupid questions. I was getting sick of it. I didn't wish to be abnormal from the human race. Nor did my family. I'll tell you about how they're abnormal later, just not now. I dont have time, or else they'll think I'm lying about having clear skin and muscles in my abdomen. 

"Well?" The lady pushed, she was obviously disgusted but, since the doctor was in here... well you get the picture. She wanted to keep her job.  I pulled the rim of my shirt up to where the clearness faded into real skin. The lady's eyes went wide and she clapped her hands over her mouth and ran out of the room in a hurry. More or less, to throw up. 

"Thats... amazing..." the doctor's eyes were wide, he had a slight smirk upon his dull features. I quickly let my shirt fall back down, a slight smirk on face. I loved it when they ran off to throw up because I was strange. It didn't hurt me, not one bit. I wasn't offended by her reaction. It was quite common. Heck, the doctor who delivered me when I was born threw up right there on the spot. On my mom.

But like all doctors, they wanted to do tests and figure out why I have clear skin and muscle there. Its still a medical myster and they refuse to let the press see. Heh, watch them try and stop me from revealing my medical mystery to the press. I do what I want. They cannot stop me. If they do, they have to deal with my older brother, Zach. 

Now his medical myster was far different from mine. Lets just say his heart isn't the prettiest thing.