I haven't updated this in forever. Oops. Sorry about that. But anyway, this chapter isn't a story, it's poems. We had to write these for English class, so um... yea. I hope you people enjoy.

Pink

Pink smells like strawberry ice cream on a hot summer day, like freshness and cold. It smells like the brain freeze you know you'll get once you eat it, but you know it's worth it.

Pink feels soft, like it could just disintegrate if you weren't careful. It feels as if the world is in your hands.

Pink tastes like cookies, the ones your grandma makes, with a texture that is out of this world. It tastes like being young, without a care in the world.

Pink sounds like a crowded place, with lots of voices. It sounds like days at the State Fair.

Red

Red smells like guiltiness, and not telling the truth. It smells of times when you lied to someone you loved.

Red feels like a brick wall, not being able to get through. It feels like redundancy, trying the same thing over and over, hoping for a different result.

Red tastes like blood, like anger and frustration. It tastes like fear, like the fear of someone finding out your secrets.

Red sounds like an empty place, with no sound at all. It sounds like emptiness, like no one understands you.

Black

Black smells like rusted old metal. It smells run down and neglected, with no one there to help.

Black feels empty, like you're all alone in this world. It feels like you're stuck in a musty old well, with no way to get out.

Black tastes like bitterness, like coffee with no cream or sugar. It tastes like regret and failure.

Black sounds like an echo, an echo of whatever you say. It sounds like confusion, when you're confused and no one can help you.

Black looks like an empty void. You keep trying to get out, but you can't. You're stuck in the mindless oblivion.

White

White smells like vanilla, you love the smell, but you'll never like the taste. It smells like betrayal, the people who love you most let you down.

White feels like endless possibilities, but no way to achieve them. It feels like thousands of missed opportunities, if only you could even try one.

White sounds high pitched, it keeps going until you think your brain is going to explode, and then it stops. But you still hear it. Nothing will ever take the sound out of your mind. It's been burned into your brain, you'll always hear it.

White looks comforting, like you could live in the color forever and always be content. But once you do, it all changes. The scenery, the people, everything. It all becomes your worst nightmare. You look back at where you came from, but there is no going back. There is no getting out. You must live in the madness.

Blue

Blue smells like cold. It smells like the first breath of freezing cold air when you step outside in the winter, like the dreary season we must live with every year.

Blue feels like drowning, being stuck underwater with no way to breathe. You gasp for air, but all you find is water. You keep on fighting though. You try to get out, you swim to the surface, you take a deep breath of air. You can breathe again.

Blue sounds like water dripping from a faucet. It sounds like being broken, and no one cares to fix you.

Blue looks like a rainstorm, like you can just wash everything away.