Colors

Locked

  Five months into the future..
  It was five months after the tragedy. A lot happens in five months. Especially people, relationships, friends.. even loss. After the incident, color seemed to be wiped off the face of the earth, drained from others faces, and personality too. Life was like the walking dead. Everyone was like still life. Slow and ill. It even effected my own mother. It effected lots of people, but I still feel the same. The pain in me is just more obvious now. The pain was in everyone though and there isn't too much to add from that.
      My hopes and dreams now were like beads hanging from a thread, the thread can easily be cut and everything falls apart. Losing family not even physically but  mentally feels like glass being cut into the heart except that pain lies there forever. Everyone was distant from eachother, and nobody cared or even noticed. That was the sad part. Life was a colorless nightmare, but there's nothing much to do when you can't even go outside anymore. Not specifically everyone but me. Like I said, I wasn't effected. The melanin still runs in my skin, but I don't know how.
    Nobody was particularly zombies just to clarify. Everyone was alive and healthy, at least some were. Their personalities were just dead and not the most pleasant presence to have.
     I could still hear the mocking voices from the rallied group from my window. They surrounded the governors house, pumping their fist in the air filled with outrage. Children were all huddled together, clothed in loose cloth and small bonnets. I looked back from my windowsill to meet eyes with my mammaw, also known as my grandmother. "You spend more time in a daze from that windowsill then with us," she chuckled. I shrugged,"Sometimes it takes my mind off of everything else in the world." Mammaw got on her knee beside me," There they are at it again. Not what I had in mind when you say 'that outside is more relaxed than this room'." My smile grew to my cheeks as my nose scrunched up, but it soon faded into a frown. "Is mom in bed?" "She always is," Mammaw replied slouching from the windowsill. "Okay, great." I left the room to the kitchen. Not a lot of options to eat in the fridge.. I pulled out a small can of chicken noodle soup, pouring the broth into a porcelain bowl striped navy blue and plain white. After sticking it into the microwave, I jumped up on the counter concentrating more on my thoughts. What if people found out I wasn't effected? What if they think i was the reason the accident happened? How long will it be until I can finally go outside? It wasn't long until I was interrupted by the buzzing from the microwave. I propped open the microwave handle, placing the hot bowl onto a small tray with a packet of saltine crackers laying parallel by the soup. I slowly and carefully carried the tray up the stairs into my mom's room where she laid out on a hospital bed with the heart meter placed on her left. I placed the small tray on her bedside table and check on her blood and oxygen levels. "I'm not hungry," I heard from behind. "You need to eat mom. It'll help." I took a glimpse at her to see her face drowned in sweat and drool. Her hair was matted down on her forehead and her eyes kept dazing off. "If you need sleep I can leave the room now if you want," I sighed. She grabbed my hand with a small tug,"No, you're fine. I'd like you to stay right here before--" Her voice cut off and she looked me into the eyes. She choked back her tears and gave me a fake smile. "What were you saying?" I murmured. "Nothing too important," she shortly replied, clenching onto my sweaty palms," Just, you won't have to worry too much longer about me anymore." I gulped down my spit,"What does that mean?" She shook her head and let go of my bare hand,"Soup." I nodded and grabbed the tray placing it near her feet. I helped her sit up and put the tray on her lap. I sat near the end of her bed," Mom, we will all be better. You'll be perfectly healthy, and so will this world." I squeezed her hand,"Just trust me on this." She chugged down the broth from the bowl. "You're very smart Jillian, but you never know. You could be wrong about this." I frowned as my tears tried to escape, but I held my head back to keep the tears contained,"No. I won't let anything happen to you." My mom sighed," Well if anything were t-"I cut her off with a projected voice of my own," Nothing will." I got up but my mother grabbed onto my arm,"Even if you're right, just stay strong for me." I nodded my head, wiping the tears off my cheeks,"I will." My mom gave me a firm smile,"And Jillian," from a distance I thought I saw a few tears,"I love you. Don't forget it." I smiled, "I never will. I'll always love you."