Mark's POV

Colorless, a disease. Colorless happens when a person feels unloved, worthless, or unwanted for long periods of time. The only cure is for someone the loves them makes them feel needed and loved, it may take a while. A colorless person may feel as if they aren't human, or lack emotions. Dreaming is often quite horrifying to a Colorless person.  Their body has little to no color, almost ghost like. The best way to cure them is to make sure the can feel and see the love.

I blankly stared at the mirror. There was nothing, I felt nothing, nothing but sadness. All the color had drained out of me, I was gray and pale. Jack didn't know about this, he was back home visiting his family in Ireland.  I was recording when it happened, my hand got covered in small wounds, it hurt, I watched through my own tears as the color drained from me. I wanted to get up and look for Jack, in hopes he would fix it, but that hope soon faded into the feeling of emptiness. I just kept staring at the mirror, as if doing so would make everything better. I felt a small buzz in my pocket, I pulled out my phone to see that Wade had sent me a message, I unlocked my phone and read it.

"Hey Mark, just wanted to see how you're doing, since I know Jack's away." I didn't bother to respond, put my phone back in my pocket.I walked out of the bathroom, and walked around the house, it was full of memories. I looked at some of the pictures and some memories came back.

~Flashback~

"Shake it till you see me!" Jack told me excitedly. We had just bought an old instant camera and Jack was really excited about it. We had taken a couple pictures today and Jack was really happy with them.

~End of Flashback~

I couldn't remember it... I couldn't remember my own emotions.... The memory started to fade as I tried to remember how I felt... I felt another buzz in my pocket, I pulled my phone out, Jack had texted.

"Hey Marky Mark, I'm on my way home, I love and miss you." With a heart emoji following it. I didn't want him to see me like this. I didn't want him to... my thoughts trailed off, I felt empty. It was if I wasn't allowed to feel anything else. I didn't want to live like this, but I couldn't hope that things would get better, I couldn't dream for things to go back to the way they once were, I couldn't seek to be normal.

I didn't feel human at all.

I cried and cried for what felt like hours before I heard the garage opening. There was nothing I could do, he was going to see me like this. See me broken down, see me hopelessly crying into the dark. I ran upstairs trying to at least delay him seeing me, I hid in the closet not being able to silence my sobs. After a moment I heard footsteps and something heavy being set down. It was Jack, I knew it was him.

"Mark, Mark where ar-" I accidently sobbed loudly, giving away my hiding place. Light flooded the closet as he opened the closet door, he gasped and looked at me shocked and scared.

"Go ahead, tell me what a monster I am." I said rising up, looking at him. I didn't care that I had tears rolling down my cheeks and staining my shirt. He backed up, falling onto the bed, he sat up and looked at me.

"Mark, what happened to you?! This isn't you." Jack choked out, trying to hold back his own tears. Some thing filled the emptiness, not joy, nor love, but rage, pure and burning rage.

"Tell me something I don't know Jack." I snapped at him, crossing my arms, my tone harsh and abrasive. He looked at me raising his eyebrow in confusion, but then he did something I didn't expect. He got up and hugged me. I dropped my arms to my sides, I saw as color slowly started to return, unfortunately as soon as he pulled away the color did too. The rage left, and more sadness. I pulled him back into a hug and cried into his shoulder, frantically muttering apologies. He hugged back, picked me up, went back over to the bed sitting down placing me in his lap. I clung to his shoulders and cried, he rubbed my back , whispering how everything would be okay and how much he loved me. I just couldn't stop sobbing. I heard Jack chuckle.

"Mark, open your eyes and look at yourself." I did as I was told and saw the color coming back. I looked up at him trying my best to muster up a smile, only to see his fade.

"Your eyes are still gray...." I didn't know what to do, the color faded. Jack looked like he had a plan.

"Let's just sleep okay, I'm super tired." I nodded and after we both got ready, we got into bed, and fell asleep.

~Dream~

I was walking down a long dark corridor, the walls black while the carpet blood red, I wasn't colorless. I looked like I belonged here, I heard laughter coming from down the hall. I followed it, the walk was much longer than expected. I finally reached the room, two men clothed in black robes, looking at a handheld mirror. They looked back over at me, I couldn't see their faces, all I could see was a shark's grin, almost glowing against the black of their outfits. I backed up until I hit a wall. They kept laughing at me, they got closer and closer. I was shaking and crying in fear, they pulled out knives. They almost killed me, I was once again drained of my color as they left me in my own blood on the floor.

~End Of Dream~

I woke up crying, clinging to Jack. He was frantically trying to calm me down. I pulled him closer burying my face into his chest, sobbing. He went with it and kept doing things to help calm me down like, petting my hair, rubbing my back, telling me it's okay it was a dream.

"I-if I died... I'd n-never s-see you again...I..." I choked out through my tears, I could see some of the color returning to me. Jack spent the good part of the next hour calming me, I finally stopped  crying and looked up at him. He smiled at me and wiped the tears off my face.

"Welcome back Mark."

"Huh?" I cocked my eyebrow and looked at him, but then it hit me, I didn't feel empty, I didn't feel sad, I felt whole again. I smiled and hugged him closer, laughing happily.  He smiled and laughed as well. I couldn't stop telling him how much he meant to me or how much I loved him.