Imagine #20: Life in Color
Ever since you were young, all you've known was gray. Then, when you got older, colorblindness became a lot more of a problem than you though it would be when you were younger. You couldn't drive anywhere because you never knew the colors of the traffic lights so you learned to skateboard and used that as your mode of transportation now. Except it was December and skateboarding made you freezing.
The holidays were coming up and like every year, you went shopping and had to ask the sales assistant what color every shirt you bought was, probably making you look insane to other people. You had always wanted to see the colors red and green, as they were all you ever heard about during the month of December and around Christmas time. You've always imagined them as two of the greatest colors in the world and you want nothing more than to see them, but you can't.
You were skating down the sidewalk and the five layers of clothes still managed to be penetrated by the bitter cold of winter. You stopped at a cross walk and waited for the gray hand to turn into a slightly lighter gray walking person. While you waited you looked around at all the gray skyscrapers and wondered if they were better to look at when they're not gray. You glanced out into the street and watched as all the gray cars passed you by, varying in shade, but all in gray. What you saw next nearly made you scream.
It was a person. They were walked past a crowd of gray people with gray flashing cameras. You no longer cared about crossing the street as the cameras came closer to you as did the person they were trying to capture. The person they were trying to snap one quick photograph of, he was in color. He wasn't gray. Granted, he wasn't all that vibrant but he wasn't gray like everyone else. You had to talk to this person, you had to know what the colors looked like.
You picked up skateboard and ran as fast as you could, desperately trying not to lose view of the mysterious person in color. Your lungs burned from filling up with cold air so quickly but if you were able to talk to this person, it would all be worth it. You watched as the person rounded a corner, the paparazzi following them closely.
"Stop!" you shouted, hoping that anyone would hear you, but they didn't which meant you had to run even faster. You pushed yourself to run faster, this was all you've ever wanted, to see color, and you weren't letting it just run away this easily. You were only about twenty feet away from your target, but the giant crowd of people with cameras kept you separated.Before you realized what was happening, the blur of color had gotten into a car and the engine started up.
"No!" you shouted as you pushed forcefully through all of the photographers, earning many rude comments. The car drove away slowly at first, then sped up as it got farther away. You were out of breath and the car was already rounding a corner, there was absolutely no way you could ever catch the man in color. You decided against having a mental breakdown in the middle of the side walk and pulled your skateboard back out from your backpack, where you hesitantly shoved it earlier.
You skated back to your apartment building and angrily climbed the stairs to your floor, as you felt standing still in the elevator wouldn't relieve your anger and sadness as much. Once you were finally able to calm yourself down enough to stop shaking, you put the key in your apartment door and burst through in a fit of rage. You never had any close friends that moved in with you or any family that wanted to live with you so you lived alone, which gave you lots of time to scream at yourself.
"Stupid colorblindness! Stupid paparazzi! If they hadn't been in my way, I could've introduced myself to the one person in color! Why couldn't I have just run faster?" you shouted, letting your voice bounce off the empty apartment walls and dissolve into silence.
You tried to settle down by turning on some Christmas movies, but they only brought you to tears since you couldn't see any of the wonderful colors especially red and green, and what's a Christmas movie without red and green? You ran to your room and started sobbing into a pillow, starting to wonder if you even had a purpose in life anymore. You had no friends, no family, you couldn't even keep a steady job.
The next thing you knew, you were running through the city in the middle of the night, heading towards the nearest bridge.
You stared down into the gray, icy waves, crashing against each other and sending a cool breeze up into your face. You took in a deep breath and started to pull yourself up to stand on the ledge. You started leaning forward.
"Stop!" you heard someone scream in your ear. You felt a warm, tight grip on your wrist and the gray waves below looked different, they had- color. You turned around sharply, to come face to face with the same guy from earlier, he was in color. It almost took you a moment to realize that everything around you seemed slightly less gray, the only thing in full color was the man that still hadn't let go of your wrist.
"I-I..." you stuttered, trying to explain all the thoughts running through your mind in one breath. You didn't have much time to think because the guy pulled you down from the ledge of the bridge and forced you into a tight hug. You didn't realize you were sobbing until you backed out of the hug and the guy looked you right in the eyes.
"Your eyes, they're..." he started, trying to describe something you've heard a million times over again.
"Yeah, gray and broken. Listen I really need to talk to you-" you were cut off by the guy.
"No, you're eyes are beautiful, but why are they broken?" he asked in a very confused tone.
"I've been colorblind my entire life, but you're in vibrant color for some reason and whenever you touched me, I started to see everything else in dull, faded colors as well. Who are you?" you asked, wanting to ask a million other questions, but right now this was the only one that mattered.
"My name is Brendon Urie, I'm in a band- Panic! At The Disco- we aren't all that popular thought." Brendon said while never letting go of your hands, remembering that this is the first time you've seen everything in color.
"What's so special about you thought?" you asked, trying not to sound offensive.
"Not sure, but your eyes are just really beautiful..." Brendon half muttered to himself.
"You already said that..." you half muttered back.
"It seemed worth repeating, cause they just leave me speechless..."
A/N:
Hey guys! Part 2?!? Please let me know in the comments and vote and add to your reading lists and all that dandy stuff! Honestly writing has been my only happy place recently so positive feedback would be amazing!!! Thanks so much for over 200 votes!! Woo Hoo! You guys rock and just thanks for everything!
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