"Despite 7 million colors being visible to the human eye, and 48 of your color pencils available for you to use, why are you only using the black, white, and red ones?" I looked down and tried to think of the answer. I don't know, maybe because black is my dark days lacking you, white is all the emptiness I felt, and red... Is the color of my bleeding conscience. As I don't want to let him down, I kept those answers to myself. And all I said was "You want me to start using other colors too?" "As much as I want you to start opening your heart, to the fact that you have many other people who loves you and cares about you, and that it's not only me." I froze as I am not able to give him an answer to that. I hate lying. But I hated disappointing him even more. started: 08/08/15 completed: 23/06/17

A group of five kids put together for an assignment can help and reveal more than their grades. But everyone's hiding behind their masks, what will happen when the wind of reality hits them and make their masks fall? (Trigger Warnings: PTSD, Sexual Assault, Self-Harm, Domestic Violence, Emotional Abuse, Depression, Anxiety, Suicide)