Colorless

Chapter 13: Colorblind Depression

"What the- someone stole the wheels to my Mom's car!" I yell in distress. I run up to the car, and I get a better view of the van flat on the ground. Spec rushes up next to me. "How did someone jack all the wheels?"

I shrug, then I gasp. What if they stole my painting?! I run up to the side and try pulling on the door. Locked. Duh Jacob, who leaves cars unlocked? I peek through the window and see nothing has moved from the inside. I walk back to her. I take out my phone and call my Mom. I already know she's not going to like this.

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After my parents finding us, my Mom erupting over her wheels being stolen, and paying for more wheels at NTB, we finally make it to the hotel we'll be staying at. We ride the elevator to the 20th floor and search for our rooms.

"Aha! Here's our rooms." My Dad says, as it echos through the vacant hallways. I catch up to everyone else, since I'm carrying all my art in my right hand, and my luggage in my left hand. My father inserts the card then pulls it out, and pushes the door open. We walk into a normal hotel room with two beds on the right, a TV across from the beds, a desk under and next to the TV, and a chair in the corner facing the TV. "Umm, isn't there four of us?" Spec asks.

"Yep, and that's why we got two rooms." My Mom says. Confusion spreads over Spec's face. My Mom walks over to a door and opens it. Me and Spec walk through the doorway, leading to a reflected version of the other room. "You two will be sleeping in here." My Mom adds. She pushes us in the room a little further and adds, "You guys can do whatever you want. Just sleep in SEPARATE beds. I don't want anything happening."

Both of us start to blush extremely at the sound of that. "MOM!!!!" "Mrs. Color, I assure you that WON'T happen." We both try to stop where she was going. My Mom raises her hand to stop our complaining.

"Just sleep in separate beds." And she shuts the door. Me and Spec look at each other with grey apples in our cheeks and awkwardly start putting away our clothes in the drawers. After I'm done packing my clothes into the drawers, I begin 'colorizing' my painted dress. I use light grey, dark brown, lightish black, lots of different colors to match Spectrums beautiful dress.

Spec, once again, looks over my shoulder to watch me paint. It doesn't bother me, as long as she doesn't interrupt me. Last time that happened, I slipped up the tiniest bit because my Dad busted my door open and scared me into slipping up. Didn't speak to him for a month. Lucky Spec didn't do that, and lucky I finished! I put up all my supplies and place my painting on the desk, away from everything else, to dry out.

The millisecond I sit down, the door connecting to the other room swings open. My Mom walks in saying, "We're going to go get some pizza for dinner. Just cheese and pepperoni. We shouldn't be gone for too long, so we're leaving. Bye you guys!" "Bye!" We say in unison. She closes the door as she exits our room. I feel Spec shift behind me and ask, "So Jacob, I don't want to be rude or anything, but how long have you been colorblind?"

Depression. The first word that comes to my mind when I think of the time I found out I was colorblind.

"I don't remember ever seeing color. So I'm thinking ever since I was born..." I pause, and breath. "I found out I was colorblind about two years ago." I say nonchalant. "That's crazy! Not a good crazy, but-you know." Spec says. I nod and continue. "I didn't know what red, blue, yellow orange color was. I just assumed you guessed and that got me until art in 9th grade. My teacher getting frustrated with me because I didn't know colors. I quit art that year because I couldn't listen to her anymore. Then one day I was taken to get my eyes checked. They found out I couldn't see color ..." now my voice is on the verge of sadness. " My life just crashed. I felt so useless and different, I thought I was some freak because I could see color." I stop.

I pull down my sleeves and add, "I was depressed for a long time, I cut my arms ... and that's why I have these." I reveal to Spec all my scars from cutting into my flesh and letting it bleed. I pull my sleeves back down.

"My parents found out because one day I was so pail from losing so much blood. I went to the hospital, and got better in about 3 months. My best friend Emily was there for me all the way. And-" I take a second to look up at Spec. She has tears flowing down her face, but isn't crying. And her heartbroken face is back, making me stop.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to make you-" "No I'm fine. It's just, so sad what you went through. I kind of wish I was there to help you." She admits. I feel a tear fall from my face onto my arm. "Your such a beautiful and kind hearted person Spectrum Rolo." I gently hold her hand and pull her closer. "Jacob Color, you may be colorblind, but you, are colorful in the most beautiful way possible." She says back, making me love her so much more.

Now our faces are not even an inch apart. I pull her closer than kiss her on the lips. Sparks fly and our body's melt as we enjoy this first kiss under the chandler covered ceiling.