Painfully Colorful

She laid in bed, just staring at the ceiling, where her late brother had made an attempt to draw a mural of them. It brought a smile to her face at the memory. The painting was absolutely beautiful but it was also hideous in its own way.

"I don't understand," She whispered to herself, knitting her eyebrows together in confusion as she began to notice that the drawing of her brother had a smile on his face but a vague look in his eyes. She had wondered if it was intentional of him to make it noticeable. But when she thought about it, he wouldn't. He hated when she caught onto him because she knew him so well.

She tried to understand why he felt so lonely before. Why he had to get the bite from Derek to be a somebody. She didn't know why but it angered her to the core as to why her brother only saw everything the painful colors of reality while she saw black and white. He promised to protect to her from everything, anything. But that promise had broken itself when he decided to get the bite. Leaving her to face reality all a little too soon.

She was once a black and white painting, so innocent, so pure, so gentle and so much more... But now she was a painfully colorful painting that was only stained with the color that was identical to the blood that coursed through her veins. She was vengeful, angry, lonely. Despite the colors she presented, the only thing she saw was red. The constant reminder that her brother had been killed in cold blood. The constant reminder that her brother was gone and couldn't be brought back to say things would be okay.