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[anjalicarsten]

A WORLD WITHOUT COLOR CH. 1

She cannot see. And she means this literally and mentally. She is blind, both physically and spiritually. She cannot see and she cannot feel. Her name is Color. A strange, unique name for a someone who cannot see. There she is now, walking across a wet gravel road with all the purpose in the world. She whistles a tune, hopping over a rain puddle. She makes her way to—somewhere, she doesn’t really know where. She pushes something and there’s tge tinkling of a bell. It smells like coffee in here. “It’s the blind girl,” she hears someone whisper. “The freak?” Someone hisses. She doesn’t care. She finds a seat and folds her umbrella. She raises two fingers. “Hello?” She can feel the warmth of the person who has come up to her. “Hello, ma'am,” The voice is male in particular. “An espresso. With extra creamer.” She rumages into her pocket and drops some money onto the table. As the footsteps recede, she leans back against the chair. She takes out a cigarette, lights it, and sticks it into her mouth, pondering. That’s when the bell gives another feeble tinkle. “Color?”

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[anjalicarsten]

A WORLD WITHOUT COLOR CH. 4

Color dreams of a whole other world. She floats through the abyss, seeing different hues and shades...she can see acutal colors. She can't describe them. The vibrant, warm feeling she gets when she looks at apples and tomatoes. A burst of sparks down her spine at the oranges and grapefruits. A smile through the lightning blasts and sunlight. The crunch under her steps when she sees trees and hard earth. Calmness and serenity at the skies and water. Pride at the colors of eggplants and bedroom carpets. Everything disappears under her fingers when she tries to touch them. It's always out of reach. Then black. She can feel panic surging up her throat when she sees the darkness spreading towards the unearthly colored things. They begin to turn dark, so dark that it begins to blend in. She tries to scream but she realizes with horror that the darkness is spreading up her arms and legs, enveloping her in such potent black that she cannot see. Color wakes up, gasping. Her eyes are wide opens and she almost screams again because all she can think is, the darkness has found me, I'll never be able to get out. Then she remembers that she's blind. "Figures," she mutters. Her hands splay around until she finds her walking stick. She changes quickly before making her way downstairs. "Hey, Col!" Dana calls out. "I was just about to leave for the bus! You want a hot choco to go?" "Thanks," she says as she reaches the table. She stuffs a few pieces of toast into her mouth before leaving with Dana. Color's right. Just as she boards the bus, a paper ball smacks her against the right cheek. "Hey, blindfold!" Chase. Being a douchebag as usual. She chooses to ignore her, though, as she takes her seat beside Dana. After a few more stopovers, they arrived at school with plenty more time to go before Assembly. "Are you coming with us or...?" Dana trails off. She smiles. "Sorry, Dane. I'm cutting." She'a pretty sure that Dana just pursed her lips. "Are you sure, Col? This is the fifth time, I'm not sure the school---" "I don't care about the school," she says coolly. "They can chuck me out if they really cared." On that note, Color is the first person to get off the bus. Instead of going through the front door, she heads out of the campus borders and toward the Mcdonalds nearby. She orders a cheeseburger and a large coke and follows a vivid path to somewhere that holds lots of memories for her. McColaughan Park's river. She walks slowly, using her walking stick to make shre she knows where the riverside is before she locates the old maple tree her family always sat beside. She sits down, leaning her back against the tree bark and unfolding the wrapper on her cheeseburger. When she takes a deep breath, she can almost imagine her parents cuddling there, Shape drinking lemonade, Line swimming in the river and Harmony tickling her softly. Ohh, the times when Color could still see. Whenever she thought about it, it always just made her depressed. She's just about to doze off when someone kicks her in the hip, making lose her grip on her walking stick. "Well if isn't Blindfold," Chase snickers. "Boys, I think we got us a prize."

[anjalicarsten]

A WORLD WITHOUT COLOR CH. 3

Color’s feet sink into multiple puddles as she makes her way back to Dana’s apartment in Midtown. Once she’s there, she folds her umbrella once more and rings the bell. “Brown? It’s Color!” The door opens to reveal a mousy haired woman with round glasses and narrow eyes. “Col!” “Yeah, I’m back,” she says briskly, stepping in to the warmth. Yes, Dana’s apartment was very cozy. Clean, undercorated walls, a small kitchen, couches, and two bedrooms. Who would ask for more? “Where’ve you been?” Dana asks quietly. Color doesn’t answer. She puts her umbrella in the rack beside the door and takes off her boots. “You know, you can’t live under my roof if you don’t tell me where you go!” “Does it look like I want to live under your roof, Brown?” Color snaps. “I don’t! I’d rather live in a goddamn orphanage. But I’m eighteen and I’m blind. I don’t have any other choice.” “Of course.” She sounds remorseful. Ha! “I’m sorry, Col, do you want me to help you with your homework?” She wants to say no because she’s so amgry at her for being a nosy friend. But she needs help. She sighs. “Thanks, Brown.” ***** After Color brushes her teeth, she finds her way back to her bedroom. It’s easy to do because of it’s distinctive smell of nutmeg and peppermint. She snuggles in, tossing her blanket over her. Today is Sunday, a luxury day. Tomorrow is going to be another day of torture and recreation. Another day of people breaking her shades and walking stick and throwing paper airplanes at her eyes. She wishes she could take another cigarette. But she knows that Dana doesn’t like the smell of smoke. That, and she feels like she’s testing her patience. Color rubs the blanket with her fingertips. She wonders what color it is. Green, perhaps? Red. Maybe even yellow. She misses seeing colors. She hasn’t always been blind. She started losing her sight at the age of eleven. Now she’s eighteen, and she cannot see anything. She lost a part of herself that day. She lost the colors. She can see nothing but black. She sighs, flipping off the switch. It is at these sort of times that make her feel hopeless. That make her feel like the world wouldn’t even notice if one day a random color disappeared from their midst.

[anjalicarsten]

A WORLD WITHOUT COLOR CH. 2

“Color?” She turns around lazily. “Shape?” Shape, her brother, comes toward her and takes the seat in front of her. “You’re smoking again?” He asks her sternly. “You know that’s bad for your lungs.” She blows a bunch of smoke rings toward him. “Can’t be any worse than being blind, can it?” He sighs. “You’re getting more and more sarcastic than ever.

“Eh.” The waiter comes back with her espresso. “May I have a vente latte, please?” Shape asks politely. Color uncaps her drink, putting out the fire and flicking the cigarette stub away. “Ah, coffee.” “When are you coming back home, Col?” Shape asks quietly. “Ma misses you.” She takes one scalding sip of her coffee. “Get real. Ma doesn’t give a damn about me.” “You know that’s not true,” her brother protests. “She does.” “That’s what she says.” Color says, smirking. “Did she put you up to this? What about Line and Harmony?” “You know very well that Line is sick and Harmony—” “Is too busy being a slut to even notice that I’m gone.” She places her elbows on the table. “Listen to me, big brother. Ma would rather kill herself than acknowledge missing me, alright? You know that better anyone else.” Shape is quiet. The waiter arrives with his latte and he thanks him, paying up. “Where are you staying now, anyway?” “I live in Dana’s apartment,” Color says, licking the creamer from her lips. “She makes really good bacon, by the way. You should stop by.” “Are you still going to school?” Shape asks. She huffs. “‘Course I am. Don’t want to miss a day of my education.” She finishes the last of her coffee and grabs her umbrella. “Listen, I’d love to chat all day, big brother, but like you said, I have to go back and finish up some Reading homework.” “Reading homework?” Shape sputters. “Y-you can’t even—” She raises an eyebrow. “Can’t even see? Bro, do you forget that I’m living in Dana’s apartment? She’s been helping me do my homework. And I have special braille sheets and voice records. Relax.” “I—I’ll come visit you. When I can,” Shape says. Color smiles slightly. “That’d be great. Keep in touch, Shape.” As she steps out of the cafe, she unfolds her umbrella and begins to perform her little dance around the rain puddles, back toward her temporary home.

[anjalicarsten]

STORY?

Calm down! I’ll be posting different stories here everyday if I can! If you can draw fanarts of the characters I make, I’ll make sure you get noticed as well! But tomorrow I’ll be posting Chapter One of A World Without Color! That’s all! Enjoy your day😊