This is what happens when I listen to melancholy music while writing... I get a depressing fic about a girl who overreacts over colors.
You probably have no idea what this fic is even about. Well, explanation is on my profile. It will be in the 'Story AU Info' section. (This fic is for my Dizzying Heights AU.)
Well... enjoy, I guess.
Colors
I've noticed how much colors matter.
When you first see an object, you think about its color. Is it red or blue?
Sometimes, though, I wish I were colorblind.
Maybe then I could ignore the obvious walls of the family.
Uncle Leo is blue. Blue is the color of a clear sky and a far ocean. Blue is calm, like Uncle Leo.
Aunt Silvia is gray. Gray is the color of clean sewer walls and shining technology. Gray is watching from afar, always at a different pace from the rest. Aunt Silvia is odd, but she just wears gray because of her name.
The family is broken. We're breaking the rules.
Uncle Raph is red. Red is the color of rushing blood. Red gives life, it is energy. Uncle Raph's red is an angry energy.
Aunt Bianica is black. Black is cold rock and dark void. Black is blank, like Aunt Bianica was.
Her passing tore us apart.
Uncle Mikey is orange. Orange is bright fruit and exciting joy. Uncle Mikey is full of laughter. Orange fits him perfectly.
Aunt Andrea is pink. Pink is cute pastel and blinding hot. Aunt Andrea fits it well.
I wish the family was as perfect as this one segment is.
Dad is purple.
Mom is green.
I wish Mom was still alive. Maybe then everything would be fine.
Her cheerful lime would liven things up. She would bring Dad back out of his mope.
Purple is depressing. I don't think anyone's noticed how bad Dad is now.
I don't have friends.
Millie tries to be my friend, I think, but she's often caught up with my more social cousins. Millie is orange and blue. Blue because she is the eldest of us, and orange because she is Uncle Mikey's daughter.
Raina hates everyone. Aunt Bianica's death really affected her. Raina's colors are red and black for her parents.
Ricky is nice, but he's shy. He's friends with Matt, and he doesn't want more. Aunt Andrea became like a mom to him after Aunt Bianica died. His colors are red and pink.
Lore is busy trying to live up to his father's example. He is blue and gray. He wishes to be perfect, like how he sees his parents.
Matt is fun and will be friends with anyone, but he has Ricky, and doesn't need to spend time with the nerdy girl hiding out in the lab. Matt is orange and pink. He's funny and happy like his parents.
I'm OK with being without friends.
I have Dad. He's enough.
My colors are purple and orange. Purple like my dad, orange 'cause I apparently Uncle Mikey was my favorite uncle when I was younger.
I want to change.
I want to be silver instead of orange.
I'm not happy anymore. Sure, I still joke, though nobody but me and Dad laugh. Raina says I'm too nerdy.
I see the family from a perspective the others don't. The family is breaking.
I wish I was colorblind, just so I don't have to see those colors and be reminded of the walls we constrain ourselves to.
I can never change. I am orange, I can never be gray.
How dare I even think about changing?!
BE THE SAME!
Maybe I'm overthinking… I do that sometimes…
"Dad?"
"Yeah?"
"What if I wanted to change the colors of my mask?"
"Don't you like purple and orange?"
"Yeah, it's just… nevermind…"
Dad won't understand. He's trapped in the walls, not realizing he can dance on the tops and see so much farther.
They're all trapped. They won't understand.
I wish I was colorblind…
Donnie knew something was on his daughter's mind, but she wouldn't say what it was.
How can I help you if you won't tell me?! he screams inside his head. All I want to do is help!
But it doesn't matter how many times he tries to get her to open up.
She's stubborn, just like her mother was, he thinks. Then he sighs. Keya would be able to help her.
But Keya isn't there.
She's dead.
So the cycle goes on, a father desperately trying to figure it out, and a daughter too scared to say anything.
Did you like it? If yes, review. You can talk about you're favorite bits. If no, OK. Maybe you'll prefer my others stories, which are usually more upbeat.
Do you just want me to start Dizzying Heights so you can learn more about my characters? Please tell me via PM or review. Otherwise I will never know. I'm not a mind reader, sorry to disappoint.
And, if you were wondering, the main character of this fic is called Dizzy. Her name is never actually mentioned in the fic itself, so I'm leaving this for those who read author's notes. :3