After a long and surprisingly tolerable day with Cole, I decided to give our partnership a chance. Although it was risky hanging with the Devil, something told me that he may just have a heart.
Of course I still would have much preferred a different partner and would totally switch if I could, but I had to hand it to him for the beach idea. It was completely unexpected, in a good way I guess. I thought that maybe if could be another sign of hope.
Seeing the never ending aroma of water (yes I know it was an artificial beach just bare with me) got me thinking about the never ending possibilities I would've had if I were normal. It sounded like a strange comparison and I may be the only one who understood it but that's all that mattered.
If I were normal I could've been applying for colleges and planning my future, whereas being colorless my future consisted of living off of cafeteria food and playing cheesy board games with other people of my type. Perhaps I could've studied to be a doctor like Alexander, or maybe became a famous artist like Andy Warhol.
At first I was utterly angry and disappointed with myself (what's new) for being so stubborn all these years. I shouldn't have listened to anyone who said I was helpless. I should have participated in all the healing activities and mechanisms. I should have taken more therapy. I should have listened to my mother. What was wrong with me?
"Stop beating yourself up over this. You deserve so much more than to be sad all the time. You and every other colorless person deserves to see color just as much as any normal person. God, I hate the words 'colorless' and 'normal'. This world is full of stereo types and I fucking hate it." He filled with rage. It would have been terrifying if he wasn't ranting about my well being.
"Cole-"
"Wait. I'm trying to get my point across. What I'm trying to say is you don't have time to be regretful." He calmed down a bit. "Kelly Stevens, you need to save what time you have left to heal."
Suddenly, everything he said made sense. I wanted to go to college, I wanted to break laws, make laws, vote for the next president, travel the world. I wanted to do anything and everything.
Heck, I wanted to be healed.
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Teen Fiction"The feeling was overwhelming. Everything was overwhelming right then. At first I could have sworn I was dying. I was looking at a figure, but this figure was so different from anything I had ever discerned. I tried to find my thoughts so that I cou...
