True Colors- Chapter 1
By: tellingmyself312
Fiona
Jonas told me this memory was dancing. I see colorful people doing inappropriate movements. Why must they "dance" like this? Is this really how people used to act? A women wearing a red dress offers her hands to me. As soon as I hold on to them I take off. This movement, dancing, is amazing. I feel as if I am flying like a free bird over an ocean. I feel free. A smile is plastered on my face. A nearby cluster of people start clapping their hands in unison. Soon enough a band starts to play music of the most beautiful kind. I look into the women's green eyes but I find they aren't the lady's their Jonas's. The memory has ended. "That was…" I say while holding a hand to my forehead. "Amazing!"
"I know. That was my reaction when The Giver gave that memory to me." Jonas says while looking down. "I did get rather dizzy though." Jonas says, trying to no make himself feel bad. I suddenly feel light-headed. I took yet another memory from Jonas, the true receiver of memory. He shouldn't be passing these memories to me, but then again they are all so beautiful.
"Jonas," I say trying to get his attention back from a nearby bush, but it won't work. "Jonas." I say, this time with a little more aggravation.
"I can't see it anymore." Jonas says ripping his eyes from the bush too me.
"What, can't see what?" I say looking him in the eye to remind him not to lie to me.
"I can't see the color green anymore." Jonas says. One silent tear falls down his cheek. My face goes pale.
Jonas
All I've ever wanted to do was see all the colors and make Fiona happy. I love her. At least I think I did, nothing seems real anymore. All the colors are fading for me, and even some feelings are drifting away. For example, love. I don't want to give her the memories anymore, but I see how happy they make her feel when she is receiving one. I feel empty inside, like all the happiness has gone from me. I don't give her any bad memories, I can't. Not when she smiles whenever she receives one. I'm going to tell The Giver tomorrow, I decide. He'll understand, right? "Well Fiona, I'll see you tomorrow." I say while heading out of our triangular bush/fountain. I pause for a moment under the water as If the cold refreshing water will wash all of my regrets and fears. Of course it won't.
I get on my bike and head off to my cluster of a home. I look back at the fountain, and as expected I can see Fiona's blurry silhouette still facing forward. I wonder what is going through that crazy head of hers'. We've been meeting like this every day after I receive a memory. Every day I get closer and closer to my worst nightmare. Being like everyone else.