I looked into the mirror. The colour had drained from my face, eyes and hair. Black and white painted my complexion and my usually bright blonde hair was off grey. I looked around it wasn't just me that was monochrome. My room was also black and white. I walked to my bedroom door and tried to open it; it was locked. I sighed and sat on my bed. I hated being restricted. I wanted to scream but my voice was gone. The only reaction my body was willing to express was the tears that silently fell down my cheeks. I saw my reflection in the mirror and watched as my body jerk as I cried; still no sound came to my ears. I wanted to hear myself, I felt like it was the only important thing in the world. If I was allowed to do the thing I wanted to do, cry and hear my throat suck in short gasps of air and hear my tears fall. I would be happy, but I was half fulfilled with my silent tears I saw myself cry. My heart cracked slowly. With each stressed breathe in, my heart shattered outwards scratching at my chest.
I rolled back onto my bed and looked the photos stuck to my walls. They too were black and white. The smiles mocked me; they should what it was like to feel happiness. I couldn't feel anything. Carly smiled at me, perfection in the purest form, she shown bright white in my monochrome world. She couldn't help me though because I was not pure like her. I was tainted and whatever was haunting my mind was my problem. I looked Freddie and I felt more tears fall from my eyes. His eyes looked down at me and I had the urge to destroy the photo. I couldn't stand looking at something that was causing me so much distress. He of all people made me wanted to cry the most, and it annoyed me that I couldn't. I reached to my bedside table and open the draw. Unsurprisingly I found no colour.
I pulled out a lighter and rolled it over in the palm of my hand and watched the lighter fluid try to escape its plastic shell. I pulled the only photo of me and Freddie I had down from the wall and looked at it. My cheeks turned damp again as I cried in an eerie silence. I struck the lighter and placed the white flame under the photo. Slowly the fixed smiles of Freddie and I began to bubble as the inks melted. I smiled as I watched him slowly disappeared. The inks ran black down my hand and forearm. The unnatural monochrome state made it look a lot like blood. Then I realised the ink should be burning my skin but it was stone cold like old blood. I dropped the photo and ran my finger through the flame of the lighter. It left like liquid ice. My skin did not burn but I could feel myself trying to scream. My mouth opened in pain but no sound came.
I woke in a cold sweat screaming. Of all the nightmares, the black and white made the least sense. I looked up at the photo of Freddie and I. Even in the dim light of early morning the colours of the photo shone brightly. I could never destroy that photo in real life it meant too much to me.