Blue,

Yellow,

And other colours of the rainbow.

They are all colours that you would see in a Childs room, am I right?

Well what if the bright colours were replaced with…

Black,

Dark blue,

Blood red,

And other colours of war.

Would you think that they were signs of evil?

Or just signs of a traumatic life?’

The day as I could remember it was a beautiful looking summers day. However, as I would soon find out…Appearances can often be deceiving. It was not summer at all. The leaves were red, yellow, some withered into brown. All of them raked into little piles, under their respective tree’s.

A wind blew gently across my face, as I was walking home from school that day. I didn’t want to take the bus, because it was the first day of the fall that it wasn’t really windy out. I know my mom won’t mind me being a little late from school anyway. My family may be broken and disgruntled, but that doesn’t mean that we do not love each other.

So, as I was saying…I was walking home from school that day, when everything went wrong. A kid from school drove up to me on his peddle bike. “Hey, geek! Why don’t you have glasses? Oh that’s right, you can’t afford them. You are going to end up living on the street somewhere.” it was only Billy Hynes. He thought that it hurt me, him saying those words. The truth is, that it is nothing further from the truth, so why would it hurt me? I was ready to just walk away from him and continue home. As a matter of fact, I started to walk, but he kept on following me. When I looked back, he would stop. When I continued to walk, than he continued to pedal.

Soon enough, something happened to me and I snapped. I stopped, as did he, and I turned around to look at him. However, I didn’t hesitate to run over and push him off the Bike. Billy was two years older than me, and he was a little heavier. I knew that he could easily, land me in the hospital or worse, but that didn’t matter to me…nothing did.

As Billy got up off the ground, I seen that he landed on his face. Blood was dripping down his nose, past his chin, and onto his good, dress shirt. He wiped some of the blood off of his chin and looked at it. He looked back at me, staring a hole through me. I was as scared as I ever was by then… I knew that I had nothing to lose.

I walked up to Billy and punched him in this face, and as his head turned back around, I seen that I made his nose bleed even faster. “What the fuck, do you think you’re doing?” he asked, “Do you want to die?” I just stood there, in that same spot for five minutes, before I shook my head and began to ran. I got back up by the school and I stopped to take a breath. I knew that he was heavier than me and I could run faster. Looking behind, I seen him, still there, still following me, still increasing his speed. I looked around for somewhere to run, and I found it. It was a small alley, between the fence and the school. There, was a dumpster that I thought I could use to hide behind, so I ran again.

I soon found myself in the alley, and behind the dumpster. I looked around for another spot to run, in case he had seen me run there. Nothing was seen. I was alone, behind that dumpster with nowhere left to go. I felt like a rat inside a maze without an end.

I was breathing harder and harder every second, and I heard footsteps, I heard panting, than I seen him, and he seen me too. We locked eyes and I got up to accept my punishment, and to meat my end. Billy had a grin on his face now that showed his intent. He hauled back his arm like a hammer, cocked on a gun. Than like a trigger, he released a devastating blow to my chest. The wind was knocked out of me, and I was knocked back on the ground. I thought it was over for me. I looked around once again for another exit, but now closer to the ground I see an alternate path. A long shaft of steel laid on top of a garbage bag. I gripped it in my two hands and got up slowly. I swung it at him without hesitation and I begun to laugh. As I laughed I fell down beside him. There was no more panting, no more footsteps, and no more fear. I Punched him in the face one more time, but it was out of my control. Now his blood was stained on my hands, and no matter how hard I tried I could not get the blood off. I tried though, and as I thought…it just didn’t work. Now his blood was smeared all over my hands. I looked down at them and laughed a second time. I looked at his face and pictured it: His rosy red cheeks turning to a paler pink, and than to a blue as he bruised, and than in the end a yellow as if he had a bad disease.

I arose to my feet and walked towards the Curators shed, that I knew was just around the corner. I threw open the doors to find a sink. I thought to myself, ‘If I couldn’t get the blood off my hands before, I would never be able to. I would just turn the water, red…

I laughed at my pessimism, and I laughed at Billy. I laughed so hard in fact, that I passed out.

I woke up back in my bedroom, or at least I thought it was. It was however, not a bed at all. It was a sofa inside a counselling office…I was at a psychiatrist.

“Thomas, explain to me how you are feeling. Use emotions, or colours to represent what is going on inside your head.” The lady in a long white dress said. I looked at her with a little trouble. “Oh, call me Clare.” she told me. “Alright, Clare. I am feeling, weird, but not quite angry or sad…” I began, but than something interrupted me in my head, “I am feeling, Black…I am feeling, Blue…and I am feeling Blood Red.” I told her, and than it happened again… Something snapped inside of me and I began to look around the room. I seen on her desk, a letter opener and I focused in on it. “Can I get up and walk around for a second? You know stretch my legs…” I asked her. “Sure, feel free.”

And I made my way over to her desk…

Written by- Dan Wilson aka. Jason Pandora