It was a lovely day. I was going through my photos. They were about my summer holiday in England and Scotland. I was about to post a picture of the Big Ben when I heard a loud crash voice coming from downstairs. I quickly ran downstairs to see what happened. I stood at the edge of the stairs as the realization of me being home alone hit me. I was scared to my bits. I slowly picked up a pan from the counter to protect myself. Then, I heard even a louder crash voice. It was coming from the basement.
I wasn’t sure if I should check it or leave the house but I thought that something should be wrong with the power machine and decided to go in. As I was walking in the pitch-black basement, trying to switch on the lights, I bumped into something soft. Like a human. I screamed at the top of my lungs and started running. As I was trying to escape the house, I could hear someone was chasing me. Fortunately, I was quick enough to escape the house right in time. I ran about an hour and everything started to seem different. Everything was black and white, even the people around me. I was the only person with colours.
Everyone was staring strangely at me. I was confused at trying to understand what had happened until I saw another person with a red T-shirt! She looked at me concerned and painted the back room, and when I looked back at her she was gone. I entered the room and saw her sitting on a black couch. She told me only one thing, ” You have entered the rainbow. Leave before it’s too late.”
I was shocked that the myth my mom had told me about going under the rainbow was true! And according to her story, the only way to go back to your reality is to create colour in this reality. I was thinking of a way to do it when I found a lighter in my pocket. It was left from my friend’s birthday party. I needed to start a fire but I needed to be careful because there were people around. I picked some dry grass and put it inside a glass cup. As I burned it, the bright red flame caught everybody’s eye. Then, everything started to blur and the next thing I remember is waking up in my bed with my mom and my dad around me asking why I ran away from my dad and why they found me just in the edge of a rainbow as I realize I escaped successfully. I told nothing about this to my family, but I couldn’t stop thinking about the woman in red t-shirt and that it was too late for her to escape that black and white reality.
Her scared, depressed and hopeless glance never left me for the rest of my life and every day before I fall asleep there was only one thing in my mind,” Cold I helped her escape? ”
