Where am I? Why am I here?
I ask myself this every day, because it's all I have to think about here in solitude.
And then I wonder if the colors have abandoned me? I feel like I never see them, except when my children visit me, which is rare.
So I'm left, enclosed in white walls, in solitude.
I know that soon I'll have to get some color into this room before I go crazy.
But maybe it's a little bit too late for that…
I look around, eyes searching for anything that could produce color, and then my eyes fall upon my hands.
Blood.
Blood is red.
Red is my favorite color.
A grin forms across my lips and I stand and bite hard into my thumb.
Pain is easily ignored a I watch the beautiful red liquid drip down my thumb. I reach up and smear it across the white wall, red blossoms across white.
It looks beautiful.
A few days later, Kiku visits me in his disgusting white uniform, and I can't stand it. Before I know it, it's stained with the beautiful red color as well.
The men and women in the disgusting white coats find him, and there's a great commotion, and the take him away.
I'm forced to spend more days in solitude. I'm not sure how long it had been when the men and women in those horrible white coats come back. They hook me up to strange machines. One holds a shot full of an unfamiliar red liquid. I can't help but smile at the sight of my favorite color.
They inject it into my wrist.
Slowly, my world fades to white.
Um…yeah. Not sure.
This was part of a project I started a while go, 100 stories, all prompted.
The prompt was White.
One last thing, I was having trouble finding a different word for "shot" so sorry about that.
Anyways, hope you enjoyed this fic, even if it's horribly short and crappy.
~Kuro-Kan and Shika