It has been two days since I wrote that entry.

There was no way out anymore, I just had to take my only hope.

Because today was The Last Day.

I took an uncertain breath then dragged another hand through my hair, my bare feet stepping uncertainly on the soft flowery pink carpet and walked, keeping my shoulder tight in the plaster of expensive feathery white.

Joanne focused her brown eyes on me and smiled and her hard middle-aged face softened for a moment," You're a real lady Faranza Sunstar, you never do give up do you? "

I shrugged then grinned back at her," Thank you Joanne for the company. "

" Oh we'll be seeing more of you yet," murmured Joanne grabbing a red berry from the stack and handing it to me.

I mashed up the deep velvety richness of it and then I laughed," I don't 'hope' to be turned mushy. "

" Oh no, not like that," a faint smirk rested on her face," I am no idiot Faranza, I know what you're up to. "

I rolled my eyes but tensed up, if she had so easily known then...

" Oh don't worry only I know," she reassured patting my good shoulder," And you are sixteen tomorrow? "

I nodded then asked about my parents.

Joanne opened her mouth to talk but I zoned her out, someone's feet, male by the sound of it, stopped outside my door and a smart rap came from it.

Joanne jumped up and rushed to open the door and greet the guest. Abigor Killian stood in the doorway, his dark brown hair tucked back and tall figure towering over me. The son of the murderer he looked exactly like him- No Faranza, that's no way to judge someone. No way.

" Sir," she muttered, bowing low, the hair in her neat bun poking out as she did so.

Abigor stared at me then told Joanne to leave-

"Don't treat Joanne like that," I said softly when the door had shut.

"And why do you say that? " He challenged.

"Because you are being terrible to someone a thousand times better than you, I do only put up with you because of ... certain reasons," I said slyly, heading for the window and pulling back the soft curtains covered in pink and blue flowers. Not that it was much of a sight. Just foggy autumn morning gloom, and the two sides. The gloom that hung over in the left, small figures trembling in heavy chains, and on the right, beautiful buildings, thatched pretty cottages and large happy homes to tall three floored mini-mansions.

I could feel Abigor watching me, behind me. I turned around to meet his coaly purple gaze, then he jerked out of it, staring at the window instead.

He gulped, and then sighed, sorry for what comes.

" So you're better? "

I glanced at my other injuries, bruises and healing wounds stretching over my torso behind the purple dress, that hung to my ankles hiding the rips on my legs, stitched together.

" Yes, how is everything going in there?" I waved a hand at the catastrophe of America beneath the tower.

" Terrible," he muttered.

Why are you acting so different, you are the man on the tv screen that shouts for everything your parents declare- Okay let's be reasonable, Parent. I scribbled with my blue hand on some discarded cream paper.

Then I ripped off the words and wolfed it down, forcing myself not to choke on the cardboardy chunky taste.

Abigor was right next to me now, his tall form dwarfing me. I looked up into the watching eyes, then slowly wrote in neat words on the paper, sorry. I know what we have to do. But why are you doing this for me? You don't know me, yet you're willing to sell off the little freedom you have to save my life?

He peered over my good shoulder and then clasped his hand over my small one and I kept in my shudder of-of revulsion. The man who murdered Grandma and Cassy Red's little brother, countless vulnerable adults, children, babies. Dead, their skins carved like wood, hung around the Daily Entertainment like ornaments.

Suddenly I just couldn't breathe, the air was tighter here, the flowers were lifeless and dead, the entire place was dead, void of life.

" I'll marry you, and you can live a good life here," the man's breath was too close for me to breathe, "You can be happy here, with me. "

" What about all the suffering tormented souls with terrible lives? Don't you think of them?" I asked quietly but not softly. I jumped from his grasp and walked a bit further away," Sure, I can have a good life, but they can't and I can't forget that-"

" Save your own soul first Fara," he looked at me slowly," There's not enough time, and there's absolutely nothing I can do-"

" When your Father steps down-"

" He has advisors who would take his place, I'm not some sort of Prince."

The full force of that could have knocked me off my knees because I knew what I had to do, if I was going to start improving some lives I can't do it as a Red.

Did I want to? No, no, no.

" Why are you doing this? " I repeated, staring at him.

He grinned," So is that a yes?"

" You're supposed to go 'Will you marry me?'"

Then I added quietly," Can we wait until that? "

I didn't dare express my hope, my dream.

His face softened," Yes."

I gulped, "Yes. "

A heavy silence fell upon us and I thought of the people I was ignoring, along with the Cleansings and the hate to the murderer's son, which was stupid really, he never did anything, just stood by. Why did I hate him?

He never did anything. There was my answer.

" So when do I go back?"

"About now," he checked the slim silver gleaming watch on his hand, the little hands spinning round the clock slowly, each hand pointing to a little gold number.

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I had told Abigor to leave me outside the Blue Residence, and that was as far as he drove in the smart stretching black car.

A car. Bliss that only Silvers could afford.

So the moment they saw me in the car with Abigor the news would be full of it but I honestly couldn't care. It was a Wednesday so I might as well attend the School For Blues and Purples and Scholarship Greens of North America, South America had their own.

Astoria was hovering on the border from Greens to Blues, her eyes making only room for mine. I grinned at her slowly, but then looked her up and down. Tears of blood screamed off her skin, none of them so well treated as my own. She held a large white pole, leaning heavily on it.

My eyes clouded with tears, I had left them all here and went off playing Princess. We held eye contact and then I knew the crowd was watching my movements so I raised an unimpressed eyebrow at Astoria, Orange.

Then I twisted around and smiled graciously at the crowds of pestering darling Purples and Blues, flashy faces grinning at me adoringly, all adorned in comfortable clothes. Disgusting.

But I gave them laughs and let them hurdle me to the white stoned palace of a school, ignoring all their questions as if I hadn't heard them.

Admist all the people I could swear I saw a flash of green, two eyes watching me gratefully, just for a moment. I gulped and stared back into the eyes until I was pulled away. He was there, Alarie.

I walked the glimmering path of gold thread, and then was shoved to the left along with everyone else, the girl with her hand on mine whispered excitedly," Silver!"

I mentally face palmed myself and then sighed waiting for the idiot to pass. Meanwhile I searched for the Green amist the Blues and Purples. There was Deborah waving at me, a smirk playing on her face, she knew how much I hated scenes! The witch!

I huffed then looked at the girl on my left, eyes clouded with a misty blue and hair puffs of golden, what they would expect of a Perfect Purple.

She grinned at me uncertainly then she took my arm and marched me up the gold hilted staircase, the crowds of schoolchildren (mostly girls,) flocked behind us.

And I was up in the marble Hall, then in a beautiful purple dancing room. My schoolroom, ushered into a beautiful comfortable white chair near the back. I laughed, what a change. The Purple girl from before sat on my left, grinning wildly.

I took a proper look at the room, from here was the best view of the glimmering sky. I was back. And how were the others doing? Terrible, and here I was acting Princess.

Depression filled my veins and I can't remember that morning, just a sharp male voice and slabs of notebook, written in a stranger's handwriting to 'help me.'

I stared up at the beautiful black and white projector showing a beautiful map of the world, but all I could think was didn't those countries Care? Didn't they care about America, well it wasn't like we were allowed to go vacationing. There was never anything other and America, was the belief of the President.

I stared down at my silvery-purple desk, sleek and unique, the colours bonded in a variating pattern, swirls and squiggles, circles and hexagons.

Just like life.

A horizon of different shapes and colours, only this isn't life, being assumed over something we can't decide.

The shrill school bell sounded and I jumped up, a boy two rows in front jogged up to me and then whispered in my ear," Hey, I've done your schoolwork, could we hang out ?"

He wore thick black glasses and had a mess of hair, and a little moustache, I jumped back with fear and looked at the girls flanking me, I had two body guards now Golden-Head who called herself Charlie and the auburn short haired girl on my right, Lola Parks, both of them clothed in the most richest expensive, showy purple skirts and tops. It was almost funny the way everyone in the class stared at me devotedly when usually I was the nerd gobbling up information in History and Geography. Although I hated most of History, all the lark about how the world was perfect with Colours, how society had improved, but the world it was before... Beautiful.

Lola gave the boy a cool stare that he began to quaver and pointed at his seat," How did you get your snotty hands on her books? Just get lost Ant. "

His eyes teared up and I felt sorry for the kid, but not enough to say anything but a small smile saying sorry. It was funny how the rings encouraged rudeness to some and made some completely zen, I guess it depended on the person-

Lola rolled her eyes at him and smirked," Nice to see you're back Sunstar. "

Funny, wasn't it you who said the other day that I'm a sun without the star? Wasn't it you who rumbled around with your friends and insulted every Blue and bullied Greens? And for telling her not to told me to go run to Mummy and Daddy.

As if remembering she laughed," We do have misunderstandings Faranza but it's good we're friends," she said as we walked along the beautiful castle of marble drawings and icy whiteness, but it was all empty and cold. What was the point if a few miles away people don't get an education? An education not based on how much money they earnt but on what they thought.

The beauty was numbed and so I ignored it, focusing on the crowd instead, looking, hoping, screaming for someone familiar.

And there was Deborah, standing in front of a large piece of writing in black copperplate on the greatness of colours. She wrinkled her nose at the sight of Lola Parks, beautiful model of America and then looked a little annoyed at the sight of Charlie Qwasser, pretty, talkative, friendly but disgusting to lower Colours and people not in the 'Trend.'

Deborah waved at me obviously, her eyes flashing with worries, and Lola turned to give her a bashing but I smiled at Lola, " I think I'll do this one. "

She giggled, but then her face dropped and she stood up tighter. Then I wondered why both her and Charlie looked so different and why the crowd had stopped in trying to talk to me and shoved themselves backwards a step, but I really couldn't bring myself to care.

Not with the burden of not knowing that had been weighing down on me for days along with the echoing yells of the Cleansing.

I walked quickly across the beautiful green carpet that was rolled around the floors of the school and stopped at the photograph.

Deborah's face was full of caution and alarm, her features tightening.

" What's the matter Debbie?" I asked urgently," How are they?"

Debbie simply shook her perfect straight locks, as if she was looking behind me. I turned around and sighed, of course, I should've guessed, it was no normal person walking down the school.