The Stories Of Those Around Us

Black's POVWhen I reached 8 years old, I realized that I wasn't normal. Everything around me turned grey. The sky, the trees, the people, everything lost its color, and with it, I lost my emotions.I used to stay inside my room for days, refusing to go out, refusing to see what the world looked like. I didn't want to look at everything I lost, but even when I wanted to feel sad, I felt nothing. I felt numb. My parents took me to countless doctors, but none of them knew what was wrong with me. It was like I developed a whole new illness unknown to man. I thought there was no more hope for me. I thought there was nothing I could do anymore, but when I reached the 7th grade, it felt like everything started to change again. After what felt like an eternity in my colorless world, I could somehow see colors again because of the people I met. I had a group of friends that I spent almost everyday with. I was finally happy. I f

Black's POV"I'm White Reinheit." The boy introduced himself as he put his hand out for a handshake. "What about you?"This is the third time this has happened. This guy is the third person I've seen today that just suddenly gained colors. It doesn't make sense at all. "Um, hello?" The boy started waving his hand in front of my face. Unconsciously, I slapped his hand away. He looked at me with a surprised expression on his face, then looked down."Sorry." He apologized, looking like the world is about to end. "I just thought you might've wanted to have friends since you just transferred here.""M-My bad. I don't really like when people invade my personal space." I looked away. "I appreciate the thought, but I'd rather be left alone. Sorry.""Ah, but your name? It's hard to work like this when I don't know what to call you.""...Black. Black Vera."We did t

Black's POVCurrently, I'm facing a major problem. On my way to school, I spotted somebody with colors, crouching on all fours as he looked like he was looking for something. Unfortunately, it was that guy from my class, White Reinheit. I have to pass through, but he'll definitely see me. I don't know any other routes to school, and it was bad enough that I cut classes once. I can't skip again. I begrudgingly approached him. "What're you looking for?" I asked. He looked up at me with tears in his eyes. "I lost my necklace." He replied as he wiped his tears and sniffled."Your necklace? What does it look like?""It has a silver chain and a cross.""And you lost it around here?"He nodded his head as he continued looking. I sighed loudly as I crouched down and started to search for it too. "It'll be easier if we look for it tog

Black's POV "I'm home." I said as I entered our house, but nobody answered. I guess Aunt Autumn hasn't come home yet.  I sighed and went straight to my room. I changed my clothes, then lied down as I took my phone out and put my earphones on. Our performance will be in two days, so I have to learn the song by that time.  I took out the lyrics inside my bag and read it as the song played. Surprisingly, Crimson had a really soft singing voice. It was unexpected considering his rough-sounding voice whenever he talks. I knew something felt weird when I was listening to the song, but as I skimmed through the lyrics, I could understand what it was. The song sounded lonely. It wasn't just the lyrics, but Crimson's singing and the tone of the song made it sound very lonely too.  When I finished the song, I didn't notice that I had

Black's POV "I flunked it." I said as I buried my face into my hands. "You did great." Crimson replied as he sat down next to me. "Didn't you hear the crowd cheering earlier? They loved you." Our performance finished, and I honestly couldn't remember much of what happened. I got so nervous that I blacked out, and when I came to, we were already done. I can't help but feel robbed, but I'm glad that we're finally done with it. The doors to the music room opened, then Scarlet peeked inside. "There you two are." She said as she handed us a plastic bag with food and drinks. "Congratulations to the both of you. The freshmen won't stop talking about your performance, especially you, Black. They loved your voice." "Thank you." I replied. "Ah, your clothes." "You can keep them. Just remember the agreement we had. We'll