I CLOSED my eyes and all I could see was red, bright fiery volcanic lava red. It swarmed over my senses, making me shiver to the very core. The liquid slid down my throat like syrup, leaving behind a fierce burning that scorched my throat as if I had swallowed the sun.

When I opened my eyes, the red was gone, replaced with the bright neon lights that danced around the ginormous house like fireflies.

I turned my head to the side slightly, my long brown wavy hair falling over my face, shielding me from the cruel and unforgivable world. I brushed my hair back, catching sight of my best friend, Peyton, her blonde hair fell loosely around her shoulders, ending at her mid-back.

Pushing myself away from the counter ledge, I half walked, half stumbled to where she was standing, my head swimming with sheer delight, probably from the insane amount of drinking I've been doing, I thought to myself.

I saw Peyton wave at me, but I was seeing two of her now, every second or two, she would morph back into one human being, but not long after, she would become two again.

" Peyton! " I drawled, giggling sweetly and bumping my ass against hers.

" Whoa, you must be seriously drunk. " Her infectious laugh drifted through the air, however I could hardly hear it through the loud blaring music that made tidal waves of color rush through my mind.

I opened my mouth to speak again, but Peyton was already walking towards her boyfriend of two years, she turned around and grinned wildly, wiggling her eyebrows, " Catch ya later kitty! Don't get into to much trouble. "

Kitty. That was my nickname, I understand and I don't at the same time. I remember looking at myself in the mirror when I was younger, and just staring at me eyes. They are different, much different than other people's eyes. I have Heterochromia. My right eye is a copper brown, and my left is a bright icy blue.

The part I don't understand, is kitty, apparently cats have different colored eyes more often? Hell, how would I know?

Shaking my head furiously, I pushed the conflicting thoughts out of my head, and stumbled around looking for water, what I needed right now was to sober up a bit.

I walked past the stairs but stopped when I felt a hand on my shoulder, I lazily turned around, but stumbled. I caught my balance by putting my hands on someones chest, I looked up at the person in front of me.

Darian Ashwell. The star baseball player of the school, also, my best friend.

My brain was overwhelmed with the color baby blue, " Darian Ashwell. " I put my hand on my chest, " What in the world is the golden never-does-anything-bad boy doing here at a totally bad party? "

Was I flirting?

I hardly knew, my mind was foggy and hazy. 

" I can have fun sometimes, kitty. " He laughed.

He was as drunk as I was, if not drunker, which to me, was a surprise.

" Wanna go upstairs where it's quieter? " His normally loud booming voice reached my ears, but he sounded miles and miles away now.

I gazed up into his soft green eyes, his brown curled hair lazily hanging about. His jaw-line could easily split steel, the curve was just right, and so perfect. He was tall, much taller than most of the guys in my Junior class, which would be starting in a few weeks. He has muscular arms, perfect for baseball.

When I was done inevitably checking him out, I shook my head again, willing myself to snap out of it. I looked up at his lazy smile and nodded, " Sure. "

Only I should've said no.

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Hello my readers! I hope you all enjoyed the prologue to Seeing the World in Color! I'm excited to write the rest of the story because I have lots of surprises set up for y'all!

Anyways, Chapter one should be up soon!