People often associate pain with either of the two colours-black and white.
"the pain hit, and everything went black." and "searing , white pain" are two common examples that we come across in many writings. why is it always that pain is given such a monochromatic palette, whereas love and jealousy are given the colours red and green? pain is every bit a burst of colours as any other emotion or feeling.
There is no need to classify the types of pain to determine their true colours.Pain demands to be felt, as John Green famously quoted in one of his books. it doesn't matter if it is physical pain or emotional.
That one time when Rayna was a just a little girl,she got slapped by her stepmother for returning home muddy and soaking. to her, pain became associated with brown -a harsh,hard,unfeeling colour in her opinion. pain remained brown to her all through her lifetime of bruises,cuts,misunderstandings,heartbreaks and fights.
Sarika,being a teenager, was very sensitive to people's comments about her boring lifestyle and even boring body language. nobody would understand her views,which really weren't that boring. if only her classmates stopped trying to be cool all the time. they poked her,rebuked her, teased her, and she withdrew further into her protective invisible shell. the emotional pain she was in existed due to her being "boring". she felt grey pain seeping into her mind and body, emotionally exhausting her. they saw her in pain, and did nothing.because to them, even in pain, she was grey,dull, boring.
Scott stared at the orange-red clay,head bowed down. he missed every single backhand shot,because his wrist was still not healed. yet he needed to be fit within the next three days,else the school team would crash out of the championship. he felt helpless,tears pooling at the corners of his eyes. his training partner Andy had a resigned , sad look in his face. Scott wouldn't give up. he tried hitting the ball right again and again when suddenly something in his right wrist snapped and he drowned in a burst of saffron,tangerine,orange before the pain overwhelmed him completely,driving out everything but the orange tinge from his eyes. pain, he had thought, was black. few seconds before he lost consciousness,he knew for sure that his personal brand of pain came in the colour orange.
he humiliated her, she slapped him. both were in pain, yet she knew that the pain was different. hers was emotional, and he was just grumbling about his perfect cheekbones getting assaulted like that. she blinked back a few tears. she was hurting. in this very inappropriate time,she thought about the film Black Swan's protagonist, and how her pain had been white,blinding white. but she didn't feel that sort of pain. she literally saw red. red was supposed to be the colour of love,but she reminded herself that it was also the colour of blood. and blood she'll have. she had had enough of him treating her like a doormat. the regret and sadness would come later. she focused on the pain for the moment and removed the ruby engagement ring from her fourth finger. she then proceeded to thrust the finger in his hand.she didn't wait to listen to his mumbled apologies. she was still seeing red. she'd punch the next person who told her red was the colour of love. how wrong people are! red , intense,deep red was the colour of rage, the colour of her pain.
Nathaniel missed her everyday. every waking moment. her loss affected him deeply. the pain engulfed him, and he let it. there was little else to do. he often thought of her wonderful green eyes. pools of ever changing green. his world revolved around those green orbs. and now that was taken away from him, leaving him in the darkness of his green hued nightmares and green tinted pain..
Anita examined the bruises on her knuckles. Rita lightly poked the edges of the blue bruises,making Anita wince. she thanked her for protecting her by punching her molester. Anita just shook her head. they both knew the fight was long from being over. that creep would catch them on the road again. but the next time they would both be prepared for it. as Anita clenched and unclenched her fist,
she felt motivated by the pain. next time,
she declared, the bastard would be taught thoroughly how blue pain can actually be.
