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Jan 26, 2020 3:17:32 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Jan 26, 2020 3:17:32 GMT -7
April 10th, 2025 I've never been the color white.
Another normal night. Andy wandered the streets, looking for something to get rid of. Something old, something new, something borrowed. Never something blue. She'd always been red. It started out a bright red, like a vibrant ray of sunshine with so much potential to make the world a bright place. No, no. But he was blue. Soft and soothing, a gulp of cold water after weeks of thirst. She stopped a cry catching in her throat. This wasn't right. When she went out at night, she had to be in a certain mindset. She let her blood turn black, her eyes die, her hands became weapons of mass destruction, her fingers no longer her own. She was too conscious. Too aware. Why was her mind so clear? It ruined what she came here to do. She blinked hard, groaned and slammed a fist against the wall next to her. That would do it... that could do it... she closed her eyes. Tried to see red. Tried to see black. For a moment it worked, the colors creeping into the vision beneath her eyelids. She relished in that familiar feeling of the darkness taking over and erasing her own thoughts for a few moments. She smiled, ignoring the tiny swirl of blue and the tiny burst of orange that danced happily in the corner of her mind. And the yellow - oh gods, the yellow. She removed her fist from the wall, rushing forward, ready to ride that red and black feeling as far as she could. She found a target quickly, just a friend of the person she had killed last month for hurting Vik. It was easy to find someone she disliked if she started from a place where she already had enemies. The blood was a familiar smell, the screams familiar sounds. The blackout was working. She dug her knife into them, giving it a sharp twist just to hear them scream. Wait. Wait. She didn't want to hear them screaming. She didn't like that sound. No, she did. No, she didn't. Suddenly, she felt her eyes clear. Her hands started to shake, coming back to life. She looked down at him, her hand clasping the collar of his shirt to hold him up. It had been a long time since she had actually seen her handiwork with a clear mind, and it was gruesome. She remembered torturing her brother as the last time she was really thinking clearly when she did something like this. She had never 'woken up' in the middle of one of these episodes. She shook her head once, side to side. Then slowly lowered him to the ground. "I..." she started to speak, not even sure who she was talking to. She leaned him up against the wall and then let go. Kneeling in front of him, she placed her hand on his chest. He was still breathing. Thanks gods, she thought, breathing a sigh of relief. She lowered her head, eyes closing. And all she saw was blue.
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