Happy Pasts hold Quiet Futures

Colourless.

Everything was so colourless the second it happened.

I remember another world, a dream world, where everything was happy, before it happened.

My friends called me Goo, my real friends, the friends I played with; the friends with whom I talked with and who talked back. The friends who showed me fun; the friends who showed me how to be myself without hurting others. The friends who cared about me.

The friends who showed me friendship, before it happened.

I remember their names. Wilt, a tall Seussian neighbour who loved helping those in need and tending to their lesions. Eduardo, a gentle beast, he didn't want to hurt anyone, no matter how big those vampire fangs of his grew. Coco, an airplane plant bird who spoke a language I understood, even when I didn't. Also, of course, Bloo, the short and economical colour I always wanted as my own, in orange.

Mac...SWEET MAC!...why wasn't he real? Why wasn't Frankie real? Why weren't the other people real before...

NO!

Not...it...

Remembering...just remembering it makes the headaches come back.

The blurry images and pain.

The emergency room.

Scalpels...had only red all over them.

The smell of iron...the smell of blood...

My blood...

My world morphed into a nightmare until it wasn't even a dream.

I saw everyone melt. Wilt, Eduardo, Coco, Bloo, into the black, but not before turning red. They bled their way into the scary blank of an inverted white, looking each like a dying monster, the scariest extremosaur guaranteed to take away all the good memories. They did that, they took all my good memories.

Years of friendship...disappeared.

And Mac...he just smiled, before...he levitated backwards, too far to reach.

Far enough to join the black, becoming it.

Nothing.

All the colours...all the hurt...all the laughing...all...my friends...all the imagination...all went away.

All of them.

And then I woke up. I heard my parents talk with the emergency room people, the real life monsters, surgeons with the scalpels and the other poking things. They were not sad like me.

They were celebrating.

I heard words like "Success", "Potential Autism cure" and the one that will never stop haunting me, "Rehabilitation", to no end nor appropriate context.

I knew it, I was a pet to them.

A lab rat.

I remembered them telling me like they were angry, "You should be thankful you survived, little lady".

I know they were only firm, but I wasn't thankful.

My new life was a desert. My dreadlocks were gone. I wore a helmet to hide the scars.

My parents said they wanted the best for me, so we moved to an isolated town. It was a hellhole.

Everyone else called it Gravity Falls.

I tried making friends to no avail the first year. The rehab proved my world wasn't the only thing fake.

I was.

What I thought was the chatterbox in me turned out to be me speaking in Coco's tongue.

Everyone called it mumbling and I couldn't control it. It wasn't fair, I spoke too fast to make people understand me and too slow to give in to my nature. The nature that made up Goo went away with my nonexistent world.

In its place was Tambry.

After that year, I met someone whom I related with for reminding me of a sweet and sour caretaker from my old world.

Coincidentally, she went by another name and another life. Everyone else, including me soon enough, called her Wendy.

At the time, I thought she felt sorry for me more than anything, but I was wrong. We went through so much together, had our moments of joy and anger. Shared the tears and some illegal stuff that brought me to different worlds if not my own.

She was always there for me, and so was I when needed. She was my new friend.

Wendy showed me her true colours...and brought back a few of my own.

With her help, I ditched the helmet and boots in place of something more practical. As a thank you, I died a few strands of my hair red too. The colour I once held a special kind of animosity in my heart became a symbol of partnership.

As if she wasn't kind enough, she introduced me to my new love.

Cellphones.

I found a new purpose in this desert thanks to her. My stammering went away, but it was the least of my concerns once I made even more friends thanks to the heart of technology. The heart of communicating beyond visible reach.

I never knew what was visible anymore after I lost my third eye, but I got used to what I was given with the two remaining ones.

I completely lost interest in remembering my autistic prison.

Up until I met that crazy 9 year old, whom Wendy would not stop talking about...


A/N: The fourth and final chapter will be up no later than the 14th. Normally I'd hate to spoil things, but what the heck? There's this web cartoon called "Leo and Satan", which is fairly short at 6 episodes, all ranging from 4-6 minutes long (except for "Pancake Doomsday", which is a mere half a minute long). I'd suggest checking it out, especially in the original airdate order, if you want to enjoy the last chapter more. You don't have to watch it to understand it, just enjoy better. ;)