A/N: This is going to be a very sad story, so if you don't like to cry, don't read. But I would highly appreciate if you do read this because this story is more somewhat of a life lesson that can help others (not just kids) who have been though tough times in their life.

Full Title: For Precious Children Who Have Considered Self-Harm When The Rainbow Is Enuf

Main Crossovers: Brave, Home, Tangled, HTTYD, RotG, Meet the Robinsons, The Incredibles, The Croods, Epic, The Lorax, Frozen, and Hotel Transylvania

Rated Mature T: child abuse, strong and pervasive language, sexual content, and some disturbing violence -mostly involving teens

Main Cast:

Merida as Child of Red
Tip as Child of Orange
Rapunzel as Lady of Yellow
 Hiccup as Child of Green
Jack as Child of Blue
 Wilbur as Child of Indigo
Violet as Child of Purple
Guy as Child of Brown
 M.K. as Child of Pink
The Once-ler as Man of Grey/Gray
Elsa as Lady of White
Mavis as Lady of Black

Note: I put this as rated T because the story is not really graphic in sex or violence. So, I'm pretty sure that anybody older than 13 will be able to handle it. I don't own any of the characters or poems in this story. I hope you enjoy it! :)

Prologue: Dark Phrases

In an old shack, there was a young pulchritudinous woman sitting on a stool, having a hard time on deciding on what to paint on the huge canvas in front of her. With a deadpan expression on her face, she picked up a very small brush, dipped it in green paint, and let her dexterous soft, brown hand do the work.

Green. A freckled-face teen, in elegant clothing, worked many poses in front of the cameras on the red carpet. He smiled happily, did a few dances, and winked at all those love and appreciate him for who he is. It was daydreams that he himself knew he didn't want to let go, because he can't stand being -or even seeing-himself the real world.

~Hiccup Horrendous Haddock the III

Blue. A little brown-haired girl ran down a alley in between two buildings in fear, trying reach for her brother. The brown-haired boy picked her up and made a dash for it. He wanted nothing to do with the fuzz, but he knew. He knew very well that his wife had sent the police to hunt him down, over the fact that he tried to steal their jewel and treasure 'it' as his own. But he was too busy trying to escape from the evil of mistreatment, and finding a different way to make money.

~Jack Frost

Indigo. A dark-blue hair teen worked on numerous papers and files on the hard, cold floor of his mother's apartment. He blinked his baggy eyes, trying not to fall asleep on the assignment his own father gave him. He often wished that he didn't have a silver spoon in his mouth, because that spoon was covered in scratches and dirt of lie and no acceptance. He was living of being in his father's footsteps in business, but not a single payment came for him or his mother since his very own father had kicked them out onto the dark streets of survival.

-Wilbur Robinson

Yellow. In a ballet room of an old building, there was a beautiful young woman dancing with ease. Her unique long blond, rope-braided hair spun as she, and her long yellow skirt, did. Giving off release to all the times and difficulty's of life as she knows it.

Rapunzel Corona [inner thoughts]: "Dark phrases of childhood, of never having been a kid. Half-note scattered without rhythm."

Grey. A tall, lean man stands in his apartment, giving love to his plants by watering. His blue eyes fell into the light of caring for the one he loved so dearly. Deep inside though, he fears for the worst-case scenario with his lover.

The Once-ler [inner thoughts]: "...without rhythm. No tune distraught. Her laughter falling over a little girl's shoulders," he chuckled. "It's funny..."

Orange. A teen girl cleans away the dirt and dust off the floors, outside of her apartment in a brownstone. Just using the aged broom made her smooth brown-skin itch, questioning for a new one instead. She glances at the door on her right, hearing her neighbors talking rather loudly. She places a ear on the door, which was covered by her curly brown hair, to listen. She moves away from the door, knowing it was the wrong time to listen.

Gratuity 'Tip' Tucci [inner thoughts]: "...funny. It's hysterical. The melodylessness of her dance." She whispers, "Don't tell nobody, don't tell a soul. She's dancing on beer cans and shingles."

Brown. A unhealthy, very thin boy readies himself for bed in a bathroom. While trying to comb his untreated, messy hair, he thought he had found a solution to his own personal problems with his girlfriend. However he knew it's a lie. All the solutions he has made in his life would always fall back on him as a dilemma.

Guy [inner thoughts]: "She's dancing on beer cans and shingles. This must be the spook house," he stated. "Another song with no singers, lyrics no voices and uninterrupted solos, unseen performances. Are we ghouls? Humans of horror?"

Black. A young woman, all dressed in black, lit up 18 candles that stood on holders in her closet. She kneels beside her bed, and prays. She asks for forgiveness, hope, and love given to all that have done wrong in their lives.

Mavis [inner thoughts]: "Humans of horror? The joke?" she exclaimed. "Don't tell nobody, don't tell a soul. Are we animals? Have we gone crazy?"

Purple. A teen stared at a result of pregnancy test in her bathroom. A worry and sad expression was upon her fair face. Her big eyes filled with fear and disappointment of who to tell about 'it'. Her father, her mother, maybe even her boyfriend? She twirled little strands of her black-bluish hair with her finger, refusing to grieve in frustration.

Violet Parr [inner thoughts]: "...gone crazy? I can't hear anything but maddening screams and the soft strains of death," she blubbered. "And you promised me. You promised somebody. Anybody. Sing a little one's song."

Pink. The people clapped and cheered on for their little high school seniors graduating. A teacher calls up each senior student, in order for them to receive their diplomas. One in particular stood out the most, than all the another students. She walked up to the stage, her red-hair ponytail swing slide-to-side, with a big smile of full pride. She was happy of what she had accomplished during her high school year, and being a Valedictorian really made a big difference for her in life. For now.

Mary Katherine "M.K." [inner thoughts]: "...a little one's song. Bring her out to know herself. To know you, but sing her rhythms caring..."

Red. A teen with wild, curly red hair sat in her bed, with a pained look. She was writing in a diary about her 'fun time' with a grown man, whom she never got to know. But it didn't matter anyhow, or anyway. She yearned for something that could make her whole and happy. But she wasn't happy, even when wearing a mask of happiness, she still wasn't happy. She eroded her thoughts on what her parents might say, but she knew they wouldn't care. They wouldn't even care about what she does at night, neither do her wee brothers.

Merida Dunbroch [inner thoughts]: "...caring, struggle. Hard times, sing her song of life," she said, weary. "She's been dead so long, closed in silence so long."

White. A young woman with platinum blond braided-bun hair lad in bed, as her live-in boyfriend made love to her gently. Her red eyes filled with tears, pained from seeing him this way, hoping that one day he'll go seek help and not hurt her or her kids – their kids. He got off of her, as he does so; she turned to her left-side, having some thoughts.

Elsa Arendelle [inner thoughts]: "...so long. She doesn't know the sound of her own voice, her infinite beauty. She's half-note scatter without rhythm, no tune. Sing her sighs...Sing the song of her," she tried to find the right word, "...possibilities. Sing a righteous song. Let her be born."

The painting was done. The woman puts down the brush to look at it in awe. However it was the saddest thing she have ever laid her own eyes on. A paint image of a child face with colorful tears falling out of its eyes is created. The woman looked down in full of shame, and began to grieve in her hands. Remembering all the pain and suffering she has experiences though out her life, but she had moved on into bigger and brighter things than ever before.

(Hiccup, Jack, Wilbur, Rapunzel, The Once-ler, Tip, Guy, Mavis, Violet, M.K., Merida, Elsa)

All children of colors whispered simultaneously in soft, hush voices chanting: "Let her be born and handled warmly. And this is for precious children who have considered self-destruction but have moved on to the ends of their own rainbows."

A/N: This is my very first story, and I promise I will continue. Hoped you enjoyed read this!