It was daylight when he woke up in his ditch and he looked up at his sky... that made blue be his color... He had his knife there with him too, of course... why wouldn't he?
He stood up and felt thick goo all over his clothes. His hands were sticky and he wiped them on his grass... so now, his color was green...
"Fuck," he whispered. "why did everything always end up like this?"
He shook slightly but he wasn't nervous. He was never nervous... but his head hurt and it rang when he stood up. Tom crawled up out of his ditch and onto his gravel road before beginning to walk, as he waited for the rest of his mind to come back to him. As he walked he wondered why he hadn't just brought his wand instead of the little muggle tool, now grasped so tightly in his right hand. "The blood," he mumbled... yes, that had to have been it... The blood... that thick crimson goo that drenched him every night... there was nothing els like it... no other feeling in the world! It was... worm.
There was a car parked far down the road that cought his eye and he walked toward it. "If God is there Father," he thought as a smile spread across his pail face "then Satan must be our cousin."
When he got to his car, he tried all the doors but they were locked. It was a new, red car and there was an expensive leather camera case laying on the seat.
Out across his field, Tom could see two tiny people walking by his woods... And he began to walk towards them... Now red was his color and, of course, those little people out there...
They were his too...