I'm seeing red. The world is a spinning mass around me. I don't know why, but what sticks out above all the red is the blood. My hair is wet with it. My brother's eyes. All their eyes. I wish I could say this was done by some monster, but that would be a lie. Humans are despicable beings. The muddled mess that is my thoughts finally clears and I shake my brother. He doesn't move. I look around. I'm in my bedroom, surrounded by the dead bodies of my family. You think that's grim? Well, life's grim. I remember the day I painted this room red with my family. I run to the walls and try to claw the paint off to no avail. But in all that red, the one thing that keeps me rooted is the blue stone in the necklace my brother gave me. And suddenly I realize it is being pressed against my hand. I turn to look into my brother's eyes. awake as ever, alive as ever, now blue again.
"Why is this whole room red?" I ask the robot named Bob. I only call him Bob though because his technical name sounds something like "Beepbeepbloopblod." So he is Bob.
"I don't know miss," he replied. "Perhaps I should call a painter robot."
"No, I'll just try out my new program," I say. "Room: green."
Everything in the room, myself included, turns a gross barf color.
"Maybe I have to be more specific," I say. "Okay, um, walls neon green," and the walls go back to red. Now I'm mad, this room was supposed to be like a smart phone, only for a whole room. "Great. Now I'm bright red. Bob, try to fix the room, please. I'm going to go see Will. Maybe he can help."
"Will do, Miss."
I head out the door and go to see Will in his lab. He probably can't fix my room, but I go anyway.
"Oh, hey, Alice."
I jump. "Oh, it's you, Will. Sorry, I was off in my own little world."
"Oh, no problem." He looks at me and I start to get butterflies like I always do when I look into his eyes.
"Can I ask you a question?" Will asks.
"Sure," I reply.
"Alice, will you go out with me?" he asks.
And that's how I found love in a town of genius teenagers.
I've been trapped in here for days now. Mom says I need to cool my hot-headedness. So she brought me here. The red room. Doesn't she know I hate red? All the food is red. Apples, cherries, strawberries. Even strawberry lemonade. The bed. Red. Even the windows are tinted red. The extra clothes I was given are red. Even as I think about it, I can feel the anger bubbling up inside of me. I threw my red apple at the red window. I was about to run, when I heard the glass shattering. An idea popped up in my head. I knew it was risky, but I went with it. I used another apple to get rid of any remaining glass. It looked like a pin cushion. Carefully, I hauled myself out the window. Just then, there was a knock on the red door. I froze, then dropped out of sight. I realized all my anger had been spent. I glanced at a busy road and wondered how I would get home. As it turns out, my mom was coming to get me. I hopped into the white car. Thank goodness that was over.
It was all red. I stood in a red room eating red carrots and red celery. Drinking red juice and thinking red thoughts. Nothing mattered. I hated the world and especially myself. Anger possessed my mind, body and soul. At first, when they locked me in here, I screamed and cried for hours on end, but now I am tired and defeated. The only thing that keeps me going is the fire that is unquenchable inside me. Just as I was about to lose hope of ever putting out that fire, the painter arrived and painted everything blue.