Colours
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Chapter 1 – Creepy
Purple was always a very lonely colour. Nothing else seems to go with it, and sometimes it doesn't even go with itself.
White and Black sometimes go with Purple…mostly they don't. Not really. Not ever.
Red doesn't go at all. They look terrible together. Red is active, headstrong, good, smart, kind…Purple is calm, collected, emotionless and…creepy.
Orange is nothing like Purple. Orange is warm, bouncy, bubbly, kind and loveable. Sure, there's a hidden temper, but Purple is still noting like Orange.
Blue might go, but still isn't quite right. They understand each other to a point, I suppose. Blue is calm, likes things his way…and is, for the most part, willing to talk things out, and smooth things over. He doesn't hold grudges against his team-mates much…and he doesn't call me creepy.
But Purple is still apart from Blue, no matter how much they might understand and respect each other.
And finally, there's Green.
Purple and Green clash, it's that simple.
Green is annoying and persistent, cringeworthly unfunny, and hurtful. Green is opposite to Purple, with her calm mood and deliberately blunt and simple words. Green has nothing on Purple.
As a "Purple Person", I know how it feels to be alone.
I know what it's like to be surrounded by all those other colours, knowing none of them will ever really understand you…possibly not even another Purple, though they might be able to relate, in a way.
I live with other colours. Actually, they're my team-mates. They get on my nerves, but I block my emotions out…as well as myself.
Lonely is one emotion I keep locked inside of me, where not even I can see it, let alone any idiot who might stumble into my mind. Green and Blue did that once.
Not even Blue was prepared, I don't think.
I've never felt so…defenceless.
I hope they never do that again.
I've never met Lonely, though I suppose she's closer to the surface than any other emotion I have.
Funny, isn't it? The more I bottle up my emotions, the stronger they become. It's almost like I've actually got something in common with every other teenager in this world.
I hate my life.
Beast Boy stared down at the letter held in his hands.
He hadn't meant to find it, but when he had gone into Raven's room looking for her, it had simply caught his eye. It had looked so out of place on her desk like that – especially since Beast Boy knew she hadn't had any mail in a long while.
He carefully put the letter back on the desk, trying to make it look like it hadn't been moved.
He wouldn't tell Raven, wouldn't tell anyone, for that matter.
Beast Boy backed out of the room, before running off down the hall, towards his own room.
He'd never look at Raven the same way again.
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