Colours

First Sector

I stood there patiently waiting for his answer. His brown, wavy and soft hair looked to be as soft as a touch of a cloud. His eyes were as blue as the crystal clear ocean, to die for eyes, I called them. His lips, smoother than my freshly made bed, his lips opened as if he was trying to find the words to form the answer to my question. All he could do was look deep into my eyes and just stare. The words that I knew he was going to say shattered my heart into a thousand pieces. His eyes still locked onto mine, "I... I can't do this anymore, Blue..." When he said my name my knees collapsed where I was standing and I fell to them, no one ever calls me Blue anymore... That's the name my mother gave me, her obsession with the colour blue would never stop. After a minute or two I got back up to my feet and he was gone... Was he gone from my life forever now? Will I ever see him again... He's different, like me, he knows things he shouldn't either. His name... Red.

It blew my mind when I first met him. We shared the same first period class last year and we were forced into groups and I got put with Red. He kindly asked me what my name was an I said "Olivia", my public name, and when I asked for his in return he looked me dead in the eyes and said, "Red, and yours is not Olivia." I've never been more terrified, I ran out of the class and didn't go back till the next day. When I returned the next day and sat down he handed me a note that read, "Blue?" All I could do was turn to him and we locked eyes. No one knew my name, up until our teacher came up to me, took the note out of my hand and read it aloud in front of the class. She demanded an answer and I didn't know what to say. After about a minute of being taunted, I stood up, looked her in the eyes and shouted, "That's my name!" and she took her eyes off mine and looked at Red as I left the room. I cried. For a long time. Red found me. He sat down with me and we talked about our mysterious names. I had to explain that I 'had' a fake name because I don't like too many questions and he told me that he kept his name and since he couldn't answer the questions, he just ignored them. We talked about what our names could mean, we still don't know...

I started running down the empty halls trying to find him, we are so close to finding this out! My own boyfriend just left me to solve our mystery alone. He's gone. The time he asked me to be his girlfriend was difficult. I said yes, of course. We were meant to be together. It was difficult because we were the best couple before we were a couple. "Awe! There's Red and Blue! Cute couple!", some girls would say to us on a daily basis. I couldn't take it when people called me Blue. It just made me ask myself so many questions that I couldn't answer, and one day I just caved and yelled at the girls to "Fucking stop calling me Blue! My name is Olivia!" They got really scared and never dared to call me Blue, everyone, including Red, stopped calling me Blue, even the teachers... Until today, when Red called me by my real name, every 'Blue' memory flashed through my head all at once. Red wasn't meant to be called Red by other people, but they still did it and Red never did or said anything about it.

Both our mothers died on the same month and day but different years. They were both 30 when it happened. We were 3, when we lost our mothers. We are 3 years apart. This 'mystery' was unbearable to do alone. I had to do it alone for 9 years until I met Red. I wasn't alone for this, for a year. Here I am, back to when I was 3, being abandoned of my answers. Trapped and alone. Both my father and Red's father killed themselves on the same day, month and year. 5 years after Red's mother died and 2 years after my mother died. Red and I couldn't of gotten anymore abandoned on March 20th, 2058, at 12:15pm. Both of our fathers hung themselves. None of this adds up though. I need Red. He's all I'll ever need. He is my answer and I have to go find him.

I grabbed my car keys out of my pocket and went outside to find out that Red's car was gone. I got into my car and drove off towards his house. An urge to hurry up swept over me and I stepped on the gas more. I was scared. I pulled into his driveway and ran inside , up the stairs, down the hallway, to his bedroom and immediately fell to my knees, I couldn't believe what I was seeing, Red everywhere, not him, blood... He's gone.