• heathergamingplays 31w

    The color of memories
    Yellow


    The familiar sound of a spotlight as it is switched on and pointed into my general direction. Comforting. Warm. Familiar.
    But what is this color radiating onto me?

    Yellow. Everytime I was called unoriginal, everytime I was said to be fake. The gossip of reporters, rumors that would multiply quicker then the stars in the sky. But all of the jabber of their inconsiderate mouths could be silenced by one, simple action...

    Yellow. The flash of the blinding spotlight,
    the sway of the velvety red curtains, the sound of an anxious crowd, the suspense as the music begins to louden...

    Yellow. The rush. The high it gives me...
    I cannot seem to find anything else quite as numbing from reality.

    Yellow. I hum a tune to forget the gossip.
    I whisper a melody to cover up the lies.
    I sing a classic to distract from the pressure.
    I scream an anthem to silence the voices.
    I sit in silence to let the truth be known.

    Yellow. The joy in performance is a drug of which I cannot be withdrawn from. I've always been second best. Now's my chance to be the shining star. My determination will blind you, giving me my chance...

    Yellow. The starlit performerance. A competition in which the top four ranks would compete.
    Days prior to the performance I'd rekindled a spark with one of my early career flames and we'd decided to enter in attempts to dethrone you. And dethrone you we would...

    Yellow. The three of us, top three results,
    The flame fourth, I third, you second, and a mysterious newcomer... First. You could not take defeat. Though you ranked well, you could not bear it. You must always be best.

    Yellow. A late, cold, fall night, the flame and I gazed at the newly pinned rankings of the results of the performance to see if we'd accomplished our goals. No...
    We'd exceeded them.

    Yellow. After talking with my old colleuge flame for what seemed like an eternity, the crowd of people chattering around us began to slowly thin out. Suddenly, it was only the two of us standing by the pinned poster and jabbering with one another over nonsense and catching up with one another.

    Yellow. But then, just as we exchanging contacts and about to say our fair wells to one another, the surrounding lights... Began to die off, turning off, one by one... The all too familiar sound, no longer comforting nor welcoming. The sound echoed in the enormous high-ceilinged room, seemingly booming though it was only a faint sound...
    ...ᏟᏞᎥᏟᏦ...ᏟᏞᎥᏟᏦ...ᏟᏞᎥᏟᏦ...ᏟᏞᎥᏟᏦ...ᏟᏞᎥᏟᏦ...
    Suddenly. We were swallowed by nothing but sheer blackness.

    Yellow. The joyous mood of celebration and achievement I had felt only moments ago was all too short-lived. As I wandered around the gaping, large room I knew quite well, I closed my eyes and rubbed them. As the result of them being very irritated.
    And as I reopened them my vision became clearer then it had ever been, I realized, I could see in this shadowy abyss we were entrapped in. How?

    Yellow. I turned to see my old friend, and as she looked at me with a silent plea in her gaze, with both concern and confusion, I began towards her, slowly and silently.

    Yellow. My bright eyes illuminating the blackened scenery...
    Adding a soft, warm, golden light across wherever my gaze would reside.
    Suddenly, as I was nearly returned to my old flames side, a sound froze me in my tracks.
    A shriek. The sound of excessive amounts of pain and agony. Then, laughter...The laughing was an all too familiar voice I knew well.
    ...You...

    Yellow. The calm, confused, quiet mood was suddenly shifted into an eerie, silence that followed the shrieks and laughter...
    It was near. The eerie feeling of injury clinging to the air around me. Tension felt as if it could be cut with a blade at this moment. I turned to try and see my friend, as my body shifted in their direction, suddenly, out of my peripheral vision, I see a girl... Long, straight brunette hair, and skin pale as a ghost, hunched over in an awkward position... Was she floating?

    Yellow. No. No. No. No. No. she was not floating... She was... Being held, around the neck... As I shifted my gaze upward I saw... ¥◎ʊ. ї† ẘѦ﹩ ¥◎ʊ.
    The girl you were holding was...
    The contestant winner?!

    Yellow. No... I'm sick to my stomach, before I even know what I'm doing I am kneeling on the ground, screaming. Your laughter only getting louder. I vomit from the vile stench of blood hanging in the presence. The next thing I know....i'm running. Running away? No...
    SPRINTING. I'm abandoning my old friend.
    I shouldn't leave them. It's too late.
    I've already exited the building.

    ... i̸ w̸a̸s̸n̸'t̸ s̸u̸p̸p̸o̸s̸e̸d̸ t̸o̸ b̸e̸ a̸f̸r̸a̸i̸d̸ o̸f̸ y̸o̸u̸...
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