Red Love

This is a story I made in 8th grade

We had an assignment to make a story that was in the style of Edgar Allan Poe's "The Tell-Tale Heart". I titled it Red Love. Hope you like it.

RED LOVE

                Through my eyes the world is monochrome, through my dreams the world is colorful, through my heart everything is black and white, through my life true colors left me up all night.

                I was born as a person with monochromatic color blindness, so I truly was color blind, I wasn't like other people who couldn't distinguish certain colors. I hated how people would say that something looked so beautiful and that the colors made it really stand out, but I gradually learned to live with it. I wish that just once I could catch a glimpse at one color and see if they're really all that great. When I ask someone to explain to me how a color looks, for example blue, they'll say it looks like the sky, but for me the sky is gray. It annoys me how everyone else can see these colors and I can only see shades of gray, black, and white. It makes you feel like your missing out on a big part of life. The only real colors I ever saw were people's true colors. I was a loner that no one payed attention to ever, so I'd catch parts of people's conversations. These conversations also annoyed me because they were always about how they hated someone with a passion. If you hate them, do something about it. I would do something about it, because if the only colors I can see are people's personalities then I'd rather be able to get rid of the colors I hated the most.

                I would love to get rid of so many people but I, thinking of only the consequences, could never commit such a heartless crime. I went to sleep and just thought about it, and like always my dreams were also in black and white. If I couldn't see colors how could I dream them. In my dream there is a girl, she's quite pretty actually, and I only see her hair flowing in the wind so I chase after her. When she turns around I see a color that I've never seen before. It was bright yet dark, and it reminded me of fire. I wanted to ask her what the color of her eyes were, but the words just wouldn't come out, it was like they couldn't come out. She smirked and laughed at me and then as though she knew what I wanted to ask she told me the color's name. She whispered it ever so softly that I thought that no one else but me would ever hear it. I loved the name, it made me happy.

                I woke up the next morning thinking of only my dream and wondering about how many things I actually owned in that color. I had hoped that maybe, just maybe, I could get another look at that color or that it was the only color I'd ever be able to see in my life. When I went to school, I wondered how many people were wearing this color that I loved so much and how I'd never get to know it. I wasn't paying attention to anyone around me, but I thought I'd seen the girl from my dream but it was only a mistake of the eye. Halfway through class we were under lock down, because the police had contacted the school about there being a serial killer on the loose. I wonder if these so-called serial killers got to see the beautiful color all the time. I bet they do, it sounds like a killers color to me. Weirdly they made us evacuate the building and I had been left behind as always. No one ever noticed me, not even the teachers, that's how hidden I was amongst society. I was like a secret color that no one ever payed attention to, an all new color.

                As I tried finding my way out through the commotion, I felt someone tap my shoulder. When I looked around it really was the girl from my dream, it wasn't just a mistake of the eye, it was the real thing. So when I saw her I thought of asking her how she'd gotten here, but when I saw her eyes they weren't the same color as last time. The first time I'd seen the color must have been a lie, just like everything else. When I thought all was hopeless as I looked in her dull, gray eyes she whispered the color in my ear. My whole expression changed from sad to shocked. How did someone from my dream come to life? How could I not know this girl was real? How was I so blind to this? I looked down to her hand, and she held a knife, a knife so sharp she could cut my emotions and even they would bleed. Her other hand was on my shoulder and she said I would love her present and that all I had to do was close my eyes. She promised me I'd get to see the color I loved so much once again. When I followed her instructions I felt a jabbing pain through my gut and then my heart and when I opened my eyes, I saw the color on her face, on my hands, on her clothes, but especially in her eyes.

                "Red," I whispered as I could no longer catch my dying breath. "It's just that beautiful."