Red.

As slumber filled his eyes, he could feel the whole world awakening.
Birds chirping,
sunlight filling the room,
best of all, the sweet smell of his mother's pancakes.
But there was no space to indulge in these simple pleasures as the fathoms of his mind was occupied with a single image.

All that was there was this picture,
not a very clear one,
but a picture nonetheless.
A very beautiful one at that.

But there was a problem to this masterpiece,
it lacked the most essential part of what every great masterpiece had.
A name.

He was too tired to continue this search for answers within himself.
So he let himself fall into the depths of unconsciousness,
hoping ever so much that maybe, just maybe it would all be serene when he awakes.


As always he was sadly mistaken, the afternoon came, yet all his mind could comprehend was that same picture.
The oh so beautiful but never clear picture.

And as always he was awaken by the same angelic beauty, clad in white.
She seems to be the only constant person in his life.
And as always, her smile as sweet as the nectar of the gods was there to greet him.
That same smile he has seen or the past five years, yet it never fails to bring one upon his own face.

He loves her, years for her.
Yet he cannot utter a word about it. Nor can he ever express himself to her.
But he is only limited to the simple yet very reassuring exchange of smiles.
And as he thought that a sense of sadness overwhelmed him.
Was he just limited to that?
Only smiles?

As that thought crossed his mind, he heard the clicking of the hinges of the door.
Yet again she was gone.

At that, he returned to search for answers within his own mind.
As that was the only resource he has left.
Nothing else in this world is accessible to him,
only the dearthly fathoms of his own mind.

The white placid walls were definitely not helping.
As he was searching for this name in his mind,
he found an answer, at the least somewhere leading to the answer.
He needed inspiration, a certain spark to give the image in his mind clarity and a name.

As this was breezing through is brain he was rudely interrupted by the opening of his room door. He had just lost his train of thought. That angered him so very much. But there was nothing he could do, in this so called fair world, he was just a feeble part of it. So feeble there was no power vested upon him, no responsibilities just the apparent miracle of being able to breathe.

After the interruption passed he was jubilant that his train of thought had found itself back on the track it was originally on. And as though the god that he never believed in or ever worshiped vested upon him the inspiration he needed. And that perfect something was as aesthetically pleasing to his eyes as it was to his soul.

It was the miracle of colour.

It may have been coincidence?
And he himself would like to think so,
but it was too much of a coincidence for him to comprehend.

But soon he forgot all that and was just thankful that he finally found what he was looking for.

He rolled over to his opposite side and picked up his 'companions'
and created his masterpiece.

Now it was on canvas, it had a crystal clear perfection to it.
More perfect than anything he had ever created from his 'feeble' hands.
now it was there.

This could be his chance to show the world that he could leave a mark.
Yet all he could think was whether the lady with the sweet angelic smile, the lady he longed for would ever see this and think anymore of him then a autistic, cripple, mute.

This was the point where the colour, which was his inspiration.
Inspired him to do something else,something drastic like the colour itself.
Just so that the lady with he angelic smile would notice him.
At this point is where he made one of his 'companions' betray him...

****

The next morning all the lady with he angelic smile could manage was a gasp.
A gargantuan gasp at the scene which stood there in front of her.

Right there in front of her eyes, her most endeared patient with his wrists cut and his crimson blood which stain the white sheets of his hospital bed. And right beside that, she saw a portrait of herself which he remarkably has created. And at that point tears rolled down her cheeks and somehow felt a sense of relief within herself.
And only one sentence ran through her mind.

"Finally, Jhonny can be at peace with himself"