The World in Colours

by StrangerDanger51

Harry is born with a gift. Others call it a disability. If this is Blindness, Harry wants his money back.

For as long as I can remember, I have seen The Colours.

The beating Red of blood flowing through the veins of everyone I see. The sluggish Green of nature, moving ever so slow and steady towards the vibrant, Yellow sunlight. The cold Grey of concrete, flats, stale, manmade.

For as long as I can remember I have seen the world in colour... So why is no-one else the same colour as me?

I have looked at myself of course. The Emerald Green I long associated with nature. But it is not the same. My colour beats like Blood Red and shines like the Yellow of the Sun with a shining White light in my chest, pounding to the beat of my heart. The colour of my eyes. Everyone around me is Red, albeit slightly different shades of Red but still Red. Yet I am different.

Is this the reason my relatives hate me? Am I the wrong colour? When I was smaller I wanted to be normal, like them. But then I realised they were the Freaks. I was just different and if everyone was the same Red then how would we be able to tell the difference?

And yet another oddity in my life... I am told that I am blind, that I should only see the darkness of the Void. When I told my relatives of the colours they through me into a small room permeated with the void. Calling my sight unnatural and Freakish.

Then one day a letter came. And It Was WHITE!