Purple Fingernails
By -Secret Philosopher –
I was born with purple fingernails.
It was a very light shade of amethyst, barely noticeable. The doctor said that it would go away with time, but my neurotic mother insisted that something be done. They ran blood tests and took samples to labs, but there was no scientific explanation for the strange coloring.
Purple fingernails ruined my life.
They could have been a unique little quirk, but everyone made a big production out of it. Time passed and I got older, but every time I went to the doctor my mother asked, "Is there anything that can be done about her…condition."
Purple is my favorite color.
This never surprises anyone, but it's not for the reasons they think. My mother hated to dress me in purple most likely because it reminded her of my small imperfection. So it was mostly out of rebellion that my wardrobe consisted of lavenders, mauves, and lilacs. My mother insisted that I wear light pink nail polish over my nails at all times, but I would secretly take it off and everyone would ask where I got that lovely shade of purple.
I never minded my "condition" but my mother's constant pestering grew tiresome, so when a doctor said that he could make it go away I couldn't tell my elated mother no. I would always regret it.
I was sixteen when I received the treatments. Apparently my carotene was slightly mutated and gave my fingernails a purplish tint. The key word: mutated. Yes, I am a mutant. I can't see through walls or start a fire with my mind, but I'm just as mutant as the rest.
My mother doesn't really love me.
I discovered this when she asked me to move into my own apartment. She paid for all of the expenses, so I shouldn't complain, but it hurts when your mom can't look you in the eyes because they've turned a startling shade of purple.
The treatments didn't work.
I am a mutant.
A/N: Just a little story that's been sitting in my documents for a while. Let me know what you think, or if you want me to continue:)