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The Stories Of Those Around Us

Bab 1: - Chp 000: Prologue

Black's POV

All my life, I saw everybody but my parents as grey figures. I don't know why I was born like this. My parents took me to the best doctors the country can provide, but it was like I developed a whole new illness unknown to man.

I didn't get to make friends much growing up. When I talk to the grey figures, I don't feel any emotions. It's like talking to a mannequin. It's honestly really hard to describe what it feels like to talk without emotions. You just have to be in the actual situation, you know?

I still got to make friends though, just not much. Very rarely, I see some people with colors. Those are the ones I would try to befriend, but after a while, they revert back to being grey figures. I don't know why it happens, but that's why we constantly move. My parents still want me to have a normal life even though I have this illness.

The constant moving turned into stress for my parents. They've always put me above anything else. They'd quit their jobs if we were about to move again, then they'd find new ones once we do. I was making their lives much harder than it needed to be.

I was 11 when I saw my mom and dad fighting in the kitchen. It was in the middle of the night. I woke up to the sound of my parents yelling downstairs. We were running out of places to move to, and my dad wanted to leave the country, hoping that some international doctor could somehow figure out my illness. My mom hated the idea. She didn't want to leave what she had here. My dad stormed out of the house and my mom was left crying. She saw me by the staircase and tucked me back into bed. She kissed me good night and turned the lights off. My dad left the following morning.

I was confused and I didn't know what I should've done. I didn't know what I could've done to stop them. I was just a kid back then. I didn't have any control over the situation. I hated that feeling. I hated feeling so useless.

Two years later, my mom received a call saying my dad passed away. She fell into a deep state of depression, and couldn't even leave the house. She was like another colorless figure, but I could feel emotions whenever I interacted with her.

Since she couldn't do anything anymore, I stepped up and took care of everything. I learned how to cook, clean the house, the laundry, and I was also the one feeding her and taking care of her. It was all my fault that it happened, so it was the least I could do.

One day, when I got home from school, there were police officers surrounding our house. They approached me and asked if I lived there with my mom. I wasn't a dumb kid. I had an idea of what had happened.

I started to cry, so I rushed inside the house. The officers were stopping me, but I needed to see. I needed to see if what I was thinking was true. I got inside, and there I saw it. My mom was hanging lifeless in the living room. Apparently, my aunt came to visit and saw my mom already hanging there when she arrived. She called the police and wanted to see me immediately.

I started to sob on the floor, until I felt a light tap on my shoulder. I looked at the color of the hand and it was grey, but it gradually started to change. I looked back and it was my aunt, but she wasn't grey anymore. She had these warm colors and a warm vibe. She hugged me, and I proceeded to break down. Tons and tons of tears were coming out of my eyes. It's like all the emotions I've bottled up for the past years were finally released. It's been a long time since I've felt this, the warmth of family.