A/N
My first story here, so be gentle :) Grammar may or may not be correct, afterall, English isn't my first language.
Disclaimer: I do not own Homestuck. But you all knew that, didn't you?
You wake up and open your eyes just to see the same old white ceiling. White walls. White everything.
You hate white.
White isn't pure. It isn't the color of goodness, cleanness or peace. Those things don't have a color. They don't exist.
But, unfortunately, this white room exists and you happen to be in it.
You get up and immediately close your eyes. You wish you were back in bed, sleeping. It was a good dream, and that is a rare thing for you nowadays. The dream was mostly black, as usual, but it had occasional shades of purple and yellow that were like distant shadows of something that was before. Something resting somewhere in time. Somewhere far away.
You open your eyes and get momentarily blinded by the whiteness. The shapes are blurry and suddenly you get the feeling that you are supposed to be somewhere.
Finally your eyes adjust with the light and the feeling flies straight past you. You don't even try to catch it.
You decide to have a quick look at your doorless room, which contains a bed, a table, a closet and a standard lamp. All white.
You sit down on your bed and close your eyes. Nothing to see here. Nothing has changed.
The bright white light pushes through your lids. Even with closed eyes, you can't have peace. Absolutely no peace from the whiteness.
You don't remember why exactly you hate white so much. You just do.
Many things are foggy. This annoys you very much. You aren't even sure why you're here. The only thing you're sure of is the amount of dislike you have towards white.
You feel like you used to like sunglasses. Yes, you love cool shades. Wait – loved.
Finally your closed eyes adjust with the light. Your vision becomes a blur of black, red and purple. You get the feeling again without warning.
Time is on my side.
You open your eyes quickly. This time there's no blurriness, but the feeling doesn't go away. You are supposed to be somewhere. Right now. And it's important. Very important.
You shake your head. The last thing you need is some weird hallucination shit.
But the feeling doesn't leave. You start to remember things. Mainly colors. Different shades of gray. Specks of black. Red – lots of it. Purple was also very dominant.
Wait. Remember? You frown and shake your head again. That can't be right. The oldest clear memory you have is from the same room you're in now. You were wearing red clothes. You were bloody. You had a sword. You had sunglasses. And all that disappeared quite fast. There were never any shades of gray or purple, not like that.
The feeling brings you a massive headache. You clench your fists and close your eyes again.
You see vague shapes in the black and red mess. You squeeze your eyes tightly shut and the color scheme turns slightly more purple, but the shapes remain.
They remind you of human figures. You try to identify them, but you can't. They are too far away for you to see clearly.
The stabbing pain in your head gets worse. You hit yourself with your fist, and the shapes suddenly vanish.
You open your eyes.
The headache is gone. The colors are gone. You are by yourself in the white room with no door, as always.
You feel different from before. Not much, but you have a feeling something is going on.
Something very important. Hidden in time.
Luckily you don't have to worry about that right now. You have all you need. White.
Time is on my side.