Colours
Disclaimer: I don't on the OC, or its characters.
Part One: Black
Black. Black? An absence of colour. Yes, an absence. But not of colour, of reality, consciousness. For that is all she registered. Within her very being, it lived. It grew, it consumed. Within any given moment, this was her. Her soul. She never knew anything else. Just that absence.
Since when? Not always surely. It could never be like that. For once, long ago, there was colour. Every imaginable colour. For now, however, she lives in black. For this is her safety, refuge. She hides in herself, restless, fiercely cautioned of the outside world.
A flash. Is someone, something out there? A glimmer of hope. No, never. For she is alone. Always, forever. In the past she once tried to rip away the darkness, find light. Any source. A candle, flashlight? No. Not external light. Internal. Love, acceptance, a home. She tries to grab a sense of reality once more.
She blinks. Ocean emblazoned orbs look, but do not see. For what can they? More emptiness. More sorrow. Wisps of humanity brush against her. She tries, again and again, to clasp this. To reach this. This possible colour amend the black. Successful? Never. Never again. A lone tear drips down her face. She falls back and sees nothing. Except for that one absence: of consciousness. Black.