Colour My World

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Young Adult  |  House: Booksie Classic

Tells the story of a girl who experiences the world, other people and emotions through colours.

My mother named me Scarlett. She said the colour represented life, fire and spirit. She would speak this and pull me up onto her lap, wrapping her arms around me. I would close my eyes and feel warm and safe.
But that was before the shadows.

Mummy and Daddy stopped hugging and kissing. They didn’t smile at each other anymore. Instead they would laugh and play with me, with looks on their faces that I could never quite trust to be true. I never told them this.

They were like wilting flowers that were once yellow, smooth and musky, but were now turning brown and crinkly.

Then one day … nothing. I looked in Daddy’s closet and all of his ties were gone. No socks. No shoes. No shirts.

Only Mummy’s clothes remained, drooping listlessly from their hangers. The bright colours of her clothes seemed shadowy and dark.

Mummy was in the living room, composed. Her usually crystal blue eyes were deep pools of hurt. Deep blue like an ocean. I was confused.
That’s when the black began to creep up. We would do normal things, but I could see the darkness around the edges.

Then the black spots appeared.

Beneath Mummy’s eyes, like deep purple bruises. I would question her, but all she would say was “Scarlett, Mummy is just tired. Too much TV,” then she would smile weakly.

I would see the stark black circular stains on our coffee table. Absentmindedly tracing them with a finger, I would feel the places where the flesh of the table had been seared and stained.
When I put rubbish in the bin, I heard the unfamiliar high clink of glass. Looking down, I saw a mass of horrible goldy-brown.
Often my eyes would blur and I would reach to my eyes, seeing the sharp sparkle of tears on my fingertips.
I was worried about Mummy. I couldn’t see anymore Scarlett, anymore life on her. Her shape was blurred and dark.
The darkness scared me. I was alone.
Go away black, go AWAY darkness!!

Curled up in a ball at night, I squeezed my eyes shut. Reaching my mind back to before Daddy left, I remembered splashes of colour.

Yellows of daisies.

Green of a smooth, sparkling apple.

Rosy pink of Mummy’s cheeks and lips.

And Scarlett, lots of Scarlett.

At night, I noticed Mummy opening the front door and then I would hear the rusty red whine of a car engine. Hours later, the sounds would return, but in reverse.
I would close my eyes and curl up in a ball, trying to ignore the dark shapes behind my eyes, the stumbling heavy steps outside my room.
This happened night after night, week after week. Like an endless blue pattern.
Every time, I would shut my eyes, imagining the sweet, musky scent of flowers, the Scarlett of life before the shadows. But this would mix with the dark shapes, making my head whirl.

But one night the pattern changed. Something delicate crashed to the floor. I heard stumbling and then a thud.

I heard a sound like whimpering, which violently brought the image of goldy-brown bottles to the front of my mind.

Then the whining stopped.

I woke in the morning to find Mummy with a Scarlett halo around her head.

Submitted: February 05, 2009

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Alice Clarence

that is so beautiful. i love it. perhaps you should expand this story.

Sun, February 8th, 2009 11:21pm


thankyou! i originally wrote this as a school project - it was meant as the words for a picture book, so its kind of disjointed. but thanx 4 the feedback!

Mon, February 9th, 2009 3:08am


wow that is really good. its so sad tho :( but it written really well!

Mon, June 8th, 2009 2:28am


thanks :P

Fri, June 12th, 2009 7:52pm

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