COLOUR BLIND
Meant to be very tranquil. Inspired by one of the best songs in the world. Ryou POV. I don't own Yugioh.
You had no shoes on. The road was wet. People passed by under their umbrellas, hurrying on the path. Most pay you no mind; a few glance in your direction. They saw you walking that one time. You looked so cold, and the people didn't call to you. No one asked, and no one cared. You were looking at the clouds. They were white and grey, and your skin was pale. There was no rush.
You left your key in your front door. You took your clothes off and went upstairs. They were calling you. You hoped it wouldn't take too long, you had things to do. They say things about you, like they do most days. They say lots of things you can't hear. You just kept your eyes shut.
The TV was waiting. You knelt in front of it. It always wanted to talk to you. You could never say the right things, so why'd it wait? You'd never do. You looked like your sister with your long, white hair, your bright eyes, your frail hands; and the way that you loved them, and the way you were always there. She couldn't be there.
You wake up to the clock, and its frowning face. The voices had all gone; you had to go too, to get to school on time. Where'd you get that coat? It can't be yours. You always sit sideways, in the back of the room. They can't see you there. You're in the tallest grass, you're the last one out. They bruise your thigh while you're on the bus. You can't feel it as they pull your hair. You should wash your hair more. You should be more like them.
It's raining this time; there's thunder too. Your socks are soaking. Your toes are numb. The white lines are your guidelines as you're walking home. She tries to talk to you from the edge of the path, but you can't hear, you don't want to. There is no feeling; just get home soon.
I just enjoyed writing it.