Bekah

Green.
It had been my favourite colour since I met Zack. He was always so hardcore, even in elementary he seemed to avoid the mold most children fit. He always came off as a hardened character, always seemed like a dark soul and maybe that's why it took me so long to get to know him. Now that my time has seemingly come to an end I wish I would have gotten to know him sooner. Time was never enough. I always wanted more. Although he was always considered dark, his eyes were a constant reminder that he wasn't. I never told him this but I think the light from his soul physically shown through his eyes. Anyone you would asked, even those who claimed Zack had a dark soul, would tell you he had a pair of the most beautiful green eyes they had ever seen. And it was true. Green has been my favourite colour since I met Zack and for good reason too.

Black.
I wasn't sure why some people considered the colour so evil or why it was used to represent darkness or someone impure. Actually, what I never understood was why someone who was dressed in all black was deemed dark before given any sort of chance to prove themselves differently. Zack was cast off immediately as someone he wasn't. He wasn't a dark soul at all. He was kind; and shy and even suffered from anxiety sometimes. If he was dark it was because people made him that way. Zack was constantly told by people that he wasn't good enough. Growing up, people constantly doubted his abilities. But now that we've grown older I understand that it's okay, because despite all the hate Zack received growing up he is still an amazing person inside and out. Actually, no, scratch that. Zack is better than he was. Zack was golden. His heart was golden.

Red.
That was the colour I saw the first time I saw Jake. I saw little red hearts and the first flowers he had given to me were red roses. For a very long time I thought red was my favourite colour. I loved the idea of being in love with Jake. I loved the little red roses and little red hearts. I loved wearing a particular red dress because Jake always complimented me in it. However, slowly red became the colour of my skin after Jake would hit me. Drops of red stained my clothes after a bloody lip or nose. Red was the colour Jake saw with me but it wasn't love, it wasn’t infatuation - it was anger. After a while red became the colour of fear. I was terrified of Jake but I also loved him. Red was a complicated colour. How could one colour be associated with so many things? How could love, joy, anger, sacrifice, passion and courage all come from one colour? I think red should be associated with darkness. After all, most of my dark times were associated with the colour red. Not black, never black.

White.
White was the opposite of everything black was meant to be. I saw the colour white often after Jake seen the colour red. Hospitals were always white - pure, clean light and innocent. White wasn't symbolized by any of those things if you asked me, not unless you were talking about laundry you just bleached for a baptism. White reminded me of hospitals and the wedding gown I dreamed of but never got the chance to wear. White reminded me of the doctors coat as he told me I was pregnant with Zack's child. White wasn't peaceful. White wasn't innocent. White was like red, white was darkness. Even now, I was trapped in a white noise. At least that's what it seemed like. My brain felt fuzzy, my body numb. Was this it? Was this heaven? Heaven was associated by white so maybe that's what this was.

I wished more things were black. I wish more things reminded me of Zack, not that I needed to be reminded of him. He was constantly on my mind. God, I missed him. I wished I could see his green eyes. Was this going to be eternity? Would the white noise feeling ever end?

Suddenly there was a faint whispering. I could make out the words but I knew it was important to be closer to them - but how? I tried to wrap my brain around the words, I tried focusing on them. Where were they coming from? I couldn’t see anything; I couldn't feel anything except for the tingling in my head. What am I supposed to do? The whispering became louder but only just and nothing comes to view. I still can't focus on the words.

Everything around me was black. I never complained because the colour was soothing, the colour was Zack. Suddenly the tingling from inside my head began to spread across my body and I saw red. Fear filled me but hope fueled me. I closed my eyes and drew in a deep breath before opening them. When I did white blinded me and the whispering stopped. I blinked a few times, taking in my surroundings. Before I could completely register what was going on or where I was I saw them.

Zack's green eyes.

Notes

I know, I said this wasn't going to be out for another week but...SURPRISE! I couldn't wait any longer. You guys seemed so excited for it. I hope this very short first chapter isn't disappointing. It may be confusing, but it's basically what's going on in Bekah's head while she's unconscious at the hospital and then at the end of the chapter she wakes up and sees Zack. I know it doesn't necessarily tie into the last line of the side story, Tonight the World Dies, but oh well!

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Title Credit: Of Mice & Men "Away"