The Many Colors of Evan Peterman

Colors were what I had.
I didn't need anything else.
When I was little, my dad once told me: "You're so very gifted. You're just like your mother." That was the first time I ever told him about the colors. From that day on I would write what colors i saw and what I thought they meant. But everyday that I discovered new colors outside of our little house, the colors from inside the house faded and left a dull grey in its place.
The grey consumed my father but I refused to let it consume me too.
So I painted. I painted the colors to keep the grey away. I painted them so I wouldn't forget what they looked like.
But... then there was Miles McKillen and I was introduced to a whole new arrangement of colors.

As a boy who struggled with the death of his mother and a depressed father, Evan had found his own way to keep himself from falling into depression as well. He meets a rugged boy named Miles and soon his life picks up at an alarming rate. Evan is faced with more hardship than anyone could ever ask for and Miles does his best to keep the Many Colors of Evan Peterman alive.