One shots

We were in screaming colour

(Baby trigger warning, she's suicidal and has those kind of thoughts I guess.)

It was almost like we lived in two separate worlds. We didn't of course, but I had never gone a day without wondering what colour was like. Living in black and white isn't hard, I'm used to it. I've never known anything other than a grey scale. They say that when you meet your "soul mate" everything turns colours. I think that's a load of bull shit.
Soul mates? Soul mates are for the delusionals who are stupid enough to believe there's a higher power of some sort. Love apparently. There's no way in hell some reactions in your brain make you see colours.

Not to say that black and white isn't painstakingly dull and sad. It's just a constant reminder that no one actually needs you. If you were to disappear, sure. You'd get your own ditch and people would attend your funeral, maybe even make the news. Then everyone would forget in 30 seconds.

So it was decided.

I cleaned the whole house, hoping to make it perfect for the Real Estate Ken doll who would put a price on all the memories I've got of this place. 4 years worth. I changed the linen and eventually worked through what seemed to be a never ending stock of dirty dishes. I packed all my bags even though they wouldn't be going anywhere. Easier access I guess.

I finally went to sleep and I couldn't help but think that this was a lot like my first night here.

I didn't bother eating anything, instead I got into my car as soon as I woke up. Which brings me to now I guess. I've been driving for what seems to be (and probably is) miles and miles and miles. Where am I going? Well delightful stranger, you've as much of a clue as I do. I mean I have a gist but really I'm just going. Driving through the lonely freeway to a nearby city. I've heard it's like utopia here. All I see is tall buildings and aimless people. Everyone I pass looks at me funny because I guess it's not acceptable to go out in public still in pyjamas.

After a long day of nothing, I'm ready. I head over to the national park and embark on the mountain trail. I think long and hard about what I'm going to do but my decision doesn't sway even a fraction. I can feel the hot tear on my cheek and it's the only reason I'm aware that I'm crying. It doesn't really matter anyway.

Finally at the peak I take in the view. The wind in my hair, the giddy and empty feeling of standing so close to the edge. Feeling as if I'm alone I sit in silence. I was expecting a sob but this new surprise is quite pleasing. Eventually finding some mental stability, I'm up and ready to jump. So lost in my thoughts it's too late to get away from the edge when I hear the foot steps. I turn around to face a boy who looks way too beautiful to be crying. His sad eyes meet mine and suddenly, the rest of the world wasn't black and white, we were in screaming colour.

(BASED ON THIS POST: http://innocent-unicorn-republic.tumblr.com/post/108151498103/officialpizzas-red-orca)