The Light (Color Story)

I couldn't see a thing, not even my own hand, right there in my face. The world, or the room, or cell, whatever I was in was completely black. Not a pinch of light could be seen. I tried to find a door, but there wasn't one, either the room was too large, or I wasn't in a room period. I felt like I was losing my mind. Then, a bright white light, lit up the entire room. I was home, but something was off.

My room was filled with people. Sick people. How come I didn't notice them before? These people were at the bottom of bottoms, all looked pale, yellow, purple because of how sick they were. Constant moaning and groaning. I wish the lights were back off. I think I'm going to be sick. In a flash, they're gone. Now I was really thrown off, this had to be a dream or something.

I tried to stand, but I couldn't move. I looked down to see my tan carpet swallowing me whole, I started to panic. I let out a huge scream, and next thing I know my older brother is waking me up. I looked around, everything was normal. No sick people, no hungry carpets, just me and my brother.

I started explaining the nightmare to him, but he kept shaking me, telling me to get up. It was like he couldn't hear me. When I stood up, I felt light. As if I was empty. I turned around and went it to shock. I was looking my brother, continuously shake me trying to wake me up. I didn't understand. I went to the bathroom to look at myself, and everything looked like it should've except my eyes. Instead of being the light brown they usually were. My eyes were a deep wine red. My heart was beating faster than ever, even though I wasn't hyperventilating. I tried to walk out, the white light was back, I tried to run through it but I ended up somewhere else. Somewhere that felt like home. It was home. I am home.