Colors (Krii7y)

Prologue

When I was born, no one could tell I was different. I came out screaming with my eyes shut tight. However, one thing was different. My hair. I have always had pure white hair, it's due to me being born with less pigment in my body. When I had finally calmed down and opened my eyes for the first time they noticed I had heterochromia meaning my eyes are different colors. My left eye is a deep red while my right is a dark ocean blue. They had also noticed I hardly ever opened my eyes and slept a lot. I never really ever cry unless I was starving or had a bad diaper or that's what I was told. I essentially starved myself as a child and still do, because I don't like the way it feels to chew food this, of course, means I'm pretty skinny for my age. When I was old enough to have a conscious I remember my first thought was about how bright everything was and loud. So, from as far as I remember my eyes have always been sensitive to light and my ears to sound, and because of me being sensitive I never really played outside and of course when I started Pre-K I would get horrible migraines every day because of the noise and light. I haven't ever told anyone about my being sensitive because I feel like they would pity me, plus mom and dad are always busy with work so they are barley home now days. I'm not sure when it started but I've noticed that when people talk I can see a color, and from living with this for so long I have noticed a pattern of the colors. There are different colors for everyone each with there own distinct personalities. Some are more sharp than others and those ones hurt my eyes but there are some that are softer. I have also noticed that there are some that are dull and soon after I see those I notice they have died. I suppose I can tell a lot about a person from their voice but I won't ever tell anyone about it they'd think I'm crazy. I'm not the talkative type and I don't like socializing because of all of the sounds and light. That leads us to now.