Blue. Orange. Yellow. Green. Purple. Pink. She giggled as she ran her fingers through them all. They were so pretty, so breathtakingly beautiful. The blue was so bright, it pushed forward and stayed strong no matter how much the orange tried to play with it. Yellow just sat there, shimmering with life but meandered in the backseat. Yellow, she decided, was shy. Still, however much yellow shimmered, pink glimmered, glowed even. It glinted and swum, flowing endlessly. She rubbed her fingers together in it. It was warm, sticky and nice. She giggled as it bubbled along.
But then the pink kept bubbling, and the yellow ran and hid. Blue tried to fight, but the glimmer just kept flowing, gushing. It ran darker as it came, shadowing into red. A deep red. She pressed her hands against it trying to stop the flow.
The other colours around her melted into stronger shapes. A collection of trees and shrubbery, a twilight sun and twisted shadows flickering in the corners of her eyes. All the while a glowing red flowed. She kept trying quell it, pushing firmly down, but suddenly instead of colours, her hands were entering fleshy innards. Squishy and pale pink, covered in blood. She screamed and blood dripped down her arms. Then she saw his face. Gasping and contorted.
She reached down grasped the sides of the stomach, pulling them together, but everything just kept spilling. Slimy twisting ropes of intestines falling onto the floor. Wriggling more and more, sprouting fangs and whiplike tongues. The reached up hooked into her hands, piercing the webbing between her thumb and fingers and wrapped their bodies around her arms. Pulling her down, deep into the ground as the earth gaped open in front of her. She ran out of air to scream with as the rushing world faded to black, and the ropes constricting her arms turned to sweat drenched sheets.
Her back arched and her throat crackled and tears poured from her eyes.
The colours were gone, and all that was left was pain, in her stomach, her heart, her head. She cried out, a strangled gurgle of a sound as the sensations of death overtook her senses. The thoughts and voices bombarded her. She couldn't breath, she needed to get out of here, get out of her.
Flying out of the bed she reached her under her bed, barely holding back the instincts that begged her to run away from all things dark.
A box, a box. She'd put it in a box. Please let it be there. Fingers wrapped around it, small but with the sharp point she needed. Casting her mind back to her days in recovery she mimicked the doctors actions and she filled the canister with the yellow tinged liquid. Ripping part of her sheet off she wrapped it around the top of her arm, and slid the point into the crook of her arm, trying to master her shaking hands before pushing down.
And then it was done. And she waited. Half a minute later she was rewarded.
Her body floated, the thoughts and flowing memories, the shaking and the retching, the urge to scream and fight and run and hide washed away with the encompassing tide morphling brought. Dawn's light peeked through her window and she saw the colours again.
She smiled, a real smile and reached up to greet the light as it swirled in front of her. Unmarred, free.
She leaned back against the wall as she watched the suns progression and the changing colours or brought with an air of peace she'd always thought unattainable.
She was home and she hoped never to leave this place she'd found.