final girl.
crack baby, you don't know what you want.
status:
— Andy’s mother: dead.
— Andy: despising the entire world.
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No one cared
about Andy.
In return,
he didn’t care
about anyone.
Fair enough,
he thought.
The only soul who did
have affection
for him
was his mother.
But
she had passed away.
She had left him
in this world.
This monstrous world.
With a drinking
father
and an invisible
sister.
The only thing
to now keep him
alive
was drawing.
Andy remembered
his childhood
as he sketched with no boundaries.
And then,
one day they mocked him
for his disability
at socializing.
He hid in a bathroom stall
during recess.
He drew their faces
frantically,
all blood
and gore,
and he felt good.
His world
had turned into an
endless night.
The universe was
his escape,
his own museum of
hell.
It was right
in his hands
and exposed all over his
paperworks.
The bullies
never stopped
to judge
and claimed that
Andy
was
a
freak.
And he
believed it,
because he
saw it too
when he looked
himself in a mirror
and remorse filled
his chest.
His eyes
that used to be
a bright green
had become
a darker set
of grey.
So he kept
illustrating misery
and picturing
the way one’s
existence was
through his eyes:
pitch black.
That was
until someone
walked
into his life,
holding
a lantern.
status
— Andy’s mother: still dead.
— Andy: conflicted
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It was she.
She, with her
brightness.
She, with her
kindness.
And she,
with her big eyes.
They were, by far,
much darker
than Andy’s
and yet
she danced in
the light all the time.
Everything
that caught
her sight
made her eyes
sparkle.
No, it was more
than that.
Her eyes reflected
all the feelings
and all the colors
that existed.
And Andy
could only be
blinded.
Iridescence,
he thought
for he had heard
of the term
in his art class.
It was when
an object seemed
to change colors
as rays of light
hit it at different
angles.
She caught light
with her bare hands,
unafraid,
and Andy found her
beautiful.
She also was
an artist
in the way she admired
the world
and how she
spread beauty
anywhere she went.
He didn’t understand
how this girl
could bear him.
No one ever did
since his loss.
But she just
sat there,
next to him,
and smiled.
She told him
that she liked
his drawings
very much.
He was shocked
to hear that,
for no one
had ever complimented
his work.
He had grown
to be accustomed
to the fact that
he did not
deserve happiness.
She changed
his self opinion.
Later,
Andy tried to
add color
to his black ink world,
and sketched
her face
with soft strokes.
When he came
to the eyes,
he didn’t know
which shade to pick.
He tried once.
He failed.
He tried again.
Two months later,
Andy was drawing
a portrait
of his mother.
He used the
brightest pigments
for his mother’s
pretty features,
and finally felt
complete.
Andy worked
all year long
to pass his classes,
and once he did,
she, the girl who
was eager to change
the world,
was proud of him.
As summer break
kicked in,
they walked home.
He was lost in
the color of her irises.
She took a walk on
the freckles of his face.
When they arrived
to her doorstep,
she rose to her toes
and kissed his cheek
oh so ever gently,
before grinning.
Andy knew
that it was possible
to be happy.
This aim
was not out
of his reach,
and he looked up
to the skies,
thanked his mother,
and headed home.
He still felt her lips
on his skin,
irradiating sunrays.
It was as if
she gave him a
morsel of her
colorfulness.
For the first time
in years,
he laughed
until his ribs hurt.
For the first time
in years,
he was alive.
Possibilities
went from him
to the end of time.
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i hope this sort of matches the theme!!
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