• Every day… every hour… every minute, every second! It surrounds me… that wretched color… the absence… how can only one simple color be so irritating?! It’s so empty… so blank! It makes me dizzy… I grow ill just looking at it! Who decided that such a color should exist?
    My clueless mind throws me off balance as I angrily think about how I became trapped in such a blank abyss. I can’t tell if my vision is blurred or if I can see perfectly fine… I am possibly even blind! For all I know, I can’t see at all and my fury is playing tricks on me. I just can’t figure out how I got into this pure abyss!
    I don’t know how to make it go away… I want it to be gone… this absence is ripping me inside out! All around me is painful to look at.
    What do I do? How do I get rid of it? Several questions ring in my head as I do what I think is circling in the middle of the room, however I can’t tell as everything around is all the same.
    The only thing I can come up with is colors. Many colors… of all the hundreds of colors! Yes! I need to paint the walls with colors! Real colors!
    I stare into the floor thinking about many colors. “Blue.” I say while taking a step. “Orange.” I take another step, “Green,” and another one. With every color I speak, the color appears below my feet. This is perfect… the colors I need to get rid of the blankness.
    “Purple!” I say while the color spreads around my feet. I kick up the purple color and fling it at the walls. I do the same thing with other colors: blue, green, and orange, pink, yellow… There are so many shades that my hopes grow for the emptiness to disappear from my sight.
    With as many colors as I can think of, on the wall, I spread them everywhere. On every spot I can find.
    Colors of many are splattered and smeared thickly on the walls of absence. The brilliant light shines between the slits, grinding at my cluttering mind, making me shut tight my eyes.
    I clasp my head between my hands, growling at my failure. I furiously slamm my hands on the ground feeling the colors spray on my face. Much of the colors suddenly puddle together on the floor in a rainbow failure. The absence mock is me for my wrath towards it.
    I pace through the room, stomping in the blur of smothered colors… but none… none of them satisfy my dark emptiness… none of these can ruin this perfect purity. These colors… they ware too common… I have to think of others… different colors that are uncommon to the blank walls of prudence! I know there is something else, but I have to think about it even more…
    Looking up to view my failed attempt, I watch the colors drip to the floor, and roll far beyond my feet, disappearing into the vast, clear prudence. This room is sucking all of the colors in itself. Once again, I am surrounded by the blinding cove, as it messes with my thoughts.
    I look around the room hoping for more… something else to help in the cave. Then abruptly… black! The contamination of absence! The gloom in the light, the yin against yang… demonic scars could reflect it! Every being has darkness, their doppelganger of their figure, the shadow. Darkness lingers in the depths of itself, keeping a heavy burden. Within every light there is always darkness!
    I dig my arm deep into my shadows’ form, seeking the deepest and darkest of its deficiency. Then with one swipe, black liquid is slung at the brilliant light. I furiously saturate it, testing its durability.
    Although, my patience is low, I quickly conclude it is able to overpower the light. It is perfect for my liking. I run, spreading it everywhere, in every corner, in every open spot that even hints at luminosity. Anxiety fills me. I grin from ear to ear looking over my work, making a second round just in case.
    My happiness arises from my lips as I give a deep sigh of relief. I can finally relax my unbalanced mind. I lay on the floor and shut my eyes, breathing smoothly. My face still shines with much joy as I put too much pride into my success. How can I not be happy, though? I finally got rid of that horrid color.
    While I am arrogantly thinking about my fullness, I entirely forget about the one most important fact about the darkness, and it happens before I can do anything about it.
    Light is becoming illuminated through the darkness. I quickly jump to my feet as try my best to cover the light. The color black, though the complete opposite, absorbs the blank absence.
    With that remembered, I left the walls to melt the impurity from its body. My sanity slowly grows weaker as I throw myself back and forth to sulk in my rage. Nothing I have done thus far am working! I am a failure. I can’t fix my own problem. I tumble to the floor choking on the knot in my throat. I can’t let myself cry.
    Mockery and laughs swarm around me as I yank at my hair and claw at my skin. Why? … Why?! Why can’t I do this? I am sane! Any sane person can figure out how to rid of the brilliance!
    Don’t cry! Don’t cry! I can’t lose my sanity from maddening tears!
    But so many voices… so much laughter… I can’t help it… everyone throws me off guard! I have to make it stop!
    Shut up! SHUT UP!!!
    With that, however, the first tear falls. I can hear it dribble to the ground… Then I snap… nothing can stop me from this agonizing vehemence!
    I glare up to see light figures around the room, every one of them laughing with ridicule! Proving even my existence is a failure!
    I run after someone in front of my sight. With my bare hands, I tear the figure’s throat open! Thick red liquid engulfs me in splotches. Then I run after another figure and slaughter it as well. I know my sanity is lost and I will never be able to get it back. But how can I contain myself? The laughter… those voices! I hate them! They intimidate me… all I want is for them to be dead!
    All I need is my bare hands and I kill them all within a couple of seconds!
    I stand in the middle of the dissipating corpses. I am also waiting for this crimson color to melt away, like everything else. But unlike everything else… it stays. In fact, the light seems a little dimmer with this color smothered on the walls. I can’t explain what it is, but this color… red, it does something to the light… it reflects it!
    My eyes become wide as does my surprise. However I am glad! The only thing that may be able to work! With all the blood everywhere, I do my best to use it effectively, trying to avoid any single spot… unfortunately, there isn’t enough bodies from before to cover the whole room and no matter how hard I try, I can get no one to come back!
    There is only one thing left to do… I look down at myself… I have what I need… blood… all that blood! And enough blood that I can finish!
    With my hand, I dig my nails and fingers into my stomach and watch deep red pour richly from my open wound.
    Yes! That beautiful color! Everything I need in the palm of my hand!
    I stand against the wall with a smirk of success chiseled on my face. Finally I have done it! I found the cure to this horror room! The only color that reflects the light! It seems almost impossible for me to be happier!
    However, tragically… my insanity has blocked my thoughts, and I don’t realize, that by receiving enough blood to finish the job requires having to die… I have made a permanent scar into myself.
    Before everything begins getting blurry in my eyes, I use the rest of my life to finish what I have started. Unfortunately… there is so much blood… and I am becoming cold… Once I have fallen to my knees, I know that this room will never disappear… Nothing can prevent the absence of purity.