I sit in the corner of the Evil Eye Cafe, sipping what many greens call 'happy juice' as I stare out at the dull street, grey clouds lining the sky. Sitting across from me is a blue named Caitlin, you could say she's the silent type. Caitlin passes me a note saying "Planning on doing anything interesting? It's 6 months today." I look up at Caitlin over my piss-yellow drink.

"Caitlin, what do you think about living out there?" I say just as dully as the street, tilting my head in the window's direction. Her eyes widen suddenly in surprise, something that I, unfortunately, can no longer do, and she grabs her notepad. "As you said, I've got 6 months left, why not live it to the fullest. I mean I'm not going to grab any lovers while I sit in here."

Another note slides over to me. "My time is already up, I like it here."

Here. Isolation from others, those unburdened by a once-off mistake.

I stand from my seat and give Caitlin a small smile. She has my phone number so she can text me, but I don't use it for much more than that. If I started using it for entertainment like youtube, the phone would soon become a flat-screen TV. "I'm going to head off, then. I'll probably be back within the day, to be frank, but I'll text you to let you know." Caitlin stands when she hears this, which results in a short embrace. The monitor I wear on my wrist, similar in appearance to a normal watch, lets out a small beep in protest. I roll my eyes at the appliance, and it beeps once more, the numbers on the screen beginning to lower like an oh so ominous countdown. I grab the drink from the table and down it in almost one shot.

Many close calls have lead to the impressive skill of chugging. It'd be really handy if I could go out and drink.

I open the door to the cafe and step out onto the street. The air is crisp and cool, and the sky threatens rain. I take the pair of sunglasses from my pocket and pop them on, walking down the street, further than I've gone before.

Ah yes, the benefits of not explaining the story. By that, I mean, there are none because everyone is confused. Anyway, I guess I'll start from the beginning.

In this world, unknown to almost every human, there are monsters are witches and demons, to name a few. The demons live off of human souls as demons do, but witches are the interesting ones. Once in every witch's lifetime, they can curse a human, in a 'colour' of their choice. Well, one from seven, the colours of the rainbow.

If you are cursed red, you become a vampire, living off human blood. If you are cursed orange, you grow in size to that of a giant. Did I mention giants are real too? Giants are real, too. You're welcome. If you are cursed yellow, you shrink down to a couple inches like the shitty yin to the fuckass yang of the orange curse. If you are cursed blue, like Caitlin, you become frozen, unable to speak, or age, or die. If you are cursed indigo, you become blind. I think indigo is one of the worst, honestly, from what I've heard about their nightmares. And if you are cursed purple, every morning you take over the body of a new person.

But if you are cursed green like me, you change in size, yet. But whenever you express too much pain, be it physical or mental, you shrink down to the size of a yellow. There are two more traits of these curses. One, you are given the eyes of your curse, hence why my brown ones turned emerald. And two, you have five years to lift the curse before it sets in forever.

The only way to lift a curse is to get someone - a non-cursed human - to love you for who you are. Curse and all. We cursed folk, called nazarees, hold the fan-fucking-tastic title of a curse that has never, ever, been lifted.

In short; I'm fucked.