Monochrome Stories

White's POV

I arrived at the hospital and the first sight I saw was a few nurses and doctors panicking and rushing into the left wing of the hospital. I went to the front desk and asked for the room my grandma was staying in. 

"Room 110." The girl at the front desk replied. "Your grandmother must love flowers." She commented. "She's so lucky to have a handsome boy like you deliver them."

"Thank you." I replied as I tried to smile. 

I bought daffodils on the way here because it's been a long time since I've seen her. I remember picking some for her when I was really young, then she displayed it at the middle of their house. Even when it withered, she still wouldn't throw it away. It was a funny time, but I guess it's those sweet moments that I really appreciate. 

I looked around to see which direction room 110 was, and I saw a sign saying it was in the left wing. I started to walk slowly. I really miss my grandma. I have so much I wanna tell her. 

A few more nurses passed me, panicking like the few others from before. I get a sudden chill, and I started to walk faster, until eventually I started to run, and there it was. There were the doctors and nurses that were in a hurry earlier, and they were escorting a body outside of a room. Room 110.

My heart dropped as I saw my mom and dad crying just outside the room. I dropped the flowers and rushed to the body. I had to see... I needed to see if it was really her. It couldn't be...

As I ran, a hand suddenly gripped my arm, stopping me. It was my little sister.

"White..." She started to cry. "I'm sorry... She's gone..."

She's gone? No... No! It can't be! This can't be happening!

I pushed my little sister back. "I'm going." I said. 

"White-"

"I said I'm going!" I interrupted her.

Just like that, I started to feel horrible again. Tears were running down my face as I ran outside. I ran, and ran, and ran... Until I was at the train station.

I almost forgot. Lilac was visiting. I have to head home. I don't want to keep her waiting. 

I finally arrived home and I decided to check on my phone. Missed calls from my mom again. I guess there's no need to keep this connection to the family anymore.

I deleted every single contact on my phone. Everyone, except Lilac. She was the only one I had left...

I wanted to rest... I needed to rest... Right, my sleeping pills. Everything was becoming a blur as I tried to walk around my apartment. I get to my room and opened the cabinet beside my bed. There were two things in there. The bottle of my pills, and a blade. I grabbed them both. 

I stumbled through the apartment again until I collapsed on the floor, in front of the entrance. 

"This sucks..." I mumbled to myself as I grabbed the blade and started to cut myself. "Why did you have to do this?" I continued cutting. "Why are you so useless?" I still continued as the blood from my wounds spilled all over me. "Grandma, I'm coming with you." As a last ditch resort, I took a bunch of pills and popped them in my mouth. Then, my vision faded completely...

"They're here!" I heard a loud voice exclaim as the sounds of sirens echoed. 

I opened my eyes and saw Black beside me, looking worried. "H-ey there B-Black..." I said in a shaky voice. It hurt to even talk. 

"Stop talking, White! Please!" He exclaimed. 

"I really... Wanted to see... You..."

I wanted to tell you something important... 

He started to tear up. "Please, White. Stop talking... You're gonna be okay." He begged. 

Black... I'm sorry... 

My vision faded to black again. 

I woke up again, but this time I was in the ambulance with Lilac and Black. Lilac was crying her eyes out, while Black was comforting her. This was too much of a familiar scene. 

Why am I regretting what I did? What is this feeling? Why do I feel so guilty about this? Oh, right... I know why... 

It was my first day. I didn't know anyone, but that doesn't mean I was gonna miss my chance to make new friends. I didn't want what happened to me before, happen to me again. This time, I'm gonna be happy. I'll make sure of it. 

I entered my classroom, but there was almost nobody there. Only a few people, but nobody that grabbed my attention. Nobody except one... At one of the seats beside the window was a boy sketching the view. Multiple people were approaching him, but he didn't talk to them. It was like he was in his own fantasy world. 

I walked closer to check how his drawing looked, and I was shocked. It looked amazing. No wonder he was in the arts department. He's talented as hell. Damn, I wanna be friends with this person, but will he want to be friends with me though? 

I took a seat behind him and waited until he finished sketching, but a teacher suddenly entered the room. 

"So, your teacher for this subject is absent. He called earlier to say he got sick. Since it's the first day, take some time to get to know each other. That will be all." He announced, then left as fast he entered. He clearly meant business. 

The boy in front of me suddenly stopped sketching and checked his watch. It was the perfect chance to get close to him. 

I tapped him lightly on the shoulder. He turned his head to face me. "You were so busy drawing so you must've not heard about the teacher for this subject being absent." I told him. "Apparently, he got sick." He did nothing and just stared at me. I got so scared since he looked so pissed. "Is there something on my face?" I asked. 

"Sorry, I was just thinking about something." He replied. The angry expression on him faded. "Thanks for the heads up." He placed his sketchpad in his bag and began to walk to the door.

"Hey, wait!" I exclaimed as I grabbed his wrist. He looked at me with an angry expression, so I let go. "I was just thinking maybe we could go there together..."

He loudly sighed. "Fine." He replied. "Let's go... Uh..." He stopped talking.

Oh right. I forgot to introduce myself. "White. My name is White. Nice to meet you!" I smiled as I put out my hand for a handshake.

"My name's Black." He said as he returned it.

Yes! Finally, I'm gonna have a normal school life. I'm so freaking happy! Well, at least that's what I thought.

Ever since that day, I started following Black around. At first, he wasn't happy with the idea, but as time went on, he become more open to me, and we started to hang out more. We grew closer, but it still felt like we were so distant. He never told me private stuff about him, and I never told him private stuff about me. It was like we were friends, but we weren't as close as I thought. 

But now that I saw him here, next to me in an ambulance, the distance we had before wasn't there anymore. It was like, for the first time, I've finally seen he really cares about me. I tried to show him that I cared about him too, but it was a dumb attempt. I tried to save him from someone who wasn't even a danger. I was a villain in the start of his grand fairytale.

I guess I was just scared. Scared that somebody might steal him away from me. Scared that I'll be left alone again and history will repeat itself. Scared that the only person I cared for was gonna start caring for somebody else. I'm sorry, Black. 

"I'm sorry..."