A note to the reader:
Hi! I wrote this before YWS so maybe a little shaky. And yes, I noticed all of the commas after dialogue I will fix that as soon as I can. Thanks so much!
P.S. I have the same condition as Rainee, except I don't see shapes in the air when I hear sounds and emotions don't have as much color. Also, smell doesn't have color for me but anyways.
Chapter 1
Colors.
I'm surrounded by them. Pine green. Cotton candy pink. Sky blue. Fire truck
red. Every number and letter and sound has a certain color. I thought it was
normal. Then, one cold October day, everything changed.
I
was talking to my best friend Marla on a bench by the yellow playground and I
asked, "Does the yellow of that playground remind you of anything? Like
the letter C or the number 4?". "No. Does it remind you of
anything?", she said. "Yeah. The letter C, and the number 4. I thought
for everyone C and 4 were yellow. Does C have a different color for you?",
I said. "No, and C doesn't have a color for me at all. They're gonna put
you in a special class for that.", she said. She got up and walked away
towards the group of popular girls. Suddenly, it didn't feel so warm outside as
it did before. I huddled up in my sweater and counted the seconds 'til the bell
rang.
I
walked slowly to the unseen circle of birch trees a mile from the house where I
was keeping my journal of my findings in the woods. It grew closer and closer
as I took step after step, the sound of the leaves crunching beneath my feet
made a swirl of pink and green rings appear in the air. I had gotten over the
incident with old friend Marla and now I appreciated the colors, even though I
wondered what it meant. Why did numbers and letters and sounds have color for
me I didn't know. Never mind that, though. I could just appreciate them for the
rest of my life, even without knowing what they were. I looked at the tall
birch trees, their delicate leaves swaying in the breeze. This was one of the
perks of living on a smaller farm. You had plenty of time to do your own thing.
I just wish there was a faster way to get here. Maybe next time I would take
the horse. He was perfect for the ride, he was an old horse but he needed his
exercise. He was perfect for trail rides. I was at the birch trees now.
The
leaves were starting to fall, the wind carrying them making swirls of yellow
and orange dance through the sky. I sat on the sitting rock and opened the
journal.
"The
leaves are falling from the trees, eventually finding the path of wind, each
one's colors and shapes as unique and original as a snowflake. It is getting
chilly, the November wind keeps on blowing as Thanksgiving approaches. We may
have to begin candle making already. I get to help Dad bring the cows in in a
couple weeks. He says that I can help milk them, even. We have been doing
homeschool for a year now. It is way better than regular school. I have been
learning so much that if I was doing real school, I would have to skip a grade.
My mom says that I am almost ready to teach myself."
I
put the journal under the rock and stared up at the small beginning of my roof.
I should probably get back up there and finish it. I got up and I took a stick
of of the pile of sticks and leaned it up against one of the birch trees. I
shimmied up until I got to the roof. I reached down and grabbed the stick and
set it between one branch on this side and one on the other side. I jumped down
and got another stick, leaned it up against the tree and shimmied back up. I
grabbed the stick and set it about five feet from the other stick. I repeated
this process 7 times. I put one of the longer sticks up against one of the
other trees in the small circle and shimmied up. I grabbed the stick and
dragged it over across the roof to the other side. I took the coil of
blackberry vine rope I had left up there and tied it down. I got down, leaned
up another stick, shimmied back up and grabbed the stick. I laid it across and
tied it down again. I did this until the whole thing was covered up. I shimmied
back down and gathered some ivy vines. I took all of the leaves off and weaved
them together to make a basket. I took up ferns and covered the whole roof, and
then mud until it was finally finished. I got back down, and started walking
towards the house.
Chapter 2
When
I got back to the house, I put my hair up and changed my clothes. I didn't want
them suspecting I was at the birch trees. It was my secret place, and mine
alone. I began preparing dinner, even though mom wasn't home from work yet. I
was making pancakes and eggs for dinner and I was just beginning to whip up the
batter when she walked in. She set her purse down and she looked happy.
"Guess
what?", she said.
"What?",
I asked.
"Mrs.
Bell is selling her house!", she said excitedly.
"What?",
I exclaimed.
Mrs.
Bell was an old grumpy neighbor lady, who had a husband with a hunched back who
was even more grumpy. One time I was riding Travis, our horse past there house
on the dirt road, and he came out and yelled, "Make that horse quiet down!
It is very disturbing! And look, at the big cloud of dust you've left for my
wife to drive through when she comes home from the store!" and slammed the
door. I didn't care what he said. I kept on riding down the road as fast as I
could, until I had completed the loop around the large neighborhood, even
though hardly anyone lived in it.
Our
farm was small, only about 10 acres. But ten acres was enough. We had room for
all of our meat cows, and the two milk cows, Clover and Bessie. Also room for
the pigs, and a big vegetable garden with sugar beets in it to make our own
sugar. We also grew a bit of wheat for flour. We ate extremely healthily, and
every once in a while we went to the store. But not often. Things were so much
better since we moved to the farm.
"She
is actually selling her house.", my mom repeated.
"I
wonder who our new neighbors will be.", I said.
Me
and my mom were hardly ever alone together. I tried to get moments alone
with her but she never managed to because I was always asleep by the time she
was done putting my brothers, James and Oliver to bed. She had time, I just
fell asleep to fast. Finally, we had a moment alone.
"Hey,
mom. There is something I have wanted to talk to you about since second grade,
and it is kind of important.", I said.
"And
what might that be?", she asked.
"Numbers
and letters have colors and so do sounds.", I blurted out. I looked down
at the floor.
"I
know why. When we were little we had these alphabet blocks and I bet you just
memorized the numbers and letters and their colors.", she said. "I'll
go down and get them." She walked down to the basement, and she came up
with some of the alphabet blocks.
"What
color is this?", she said. She was pointing at a green h. That made no
sense. H was bright pink.
"It's
green", I said.
"See?
I'm right!", she exclaimed.
"It's
green," I began, "On the block. But in my head, it's bright pink,
like... a flamingo.", I finished. My mom looked very bluish purple,
otherwise known as alarmed.
"And...
sounds have color for you too?", she said in a hoarse voice.
"Yes.",
I said.
"I
am going to go call the doctor.", she said, her face pale. My mom walked
into the other room, and I heard her dialing numbers.
"Hello?
Yes, this is Amy. I just wanted to ask you a quick question. My daughter said
that she sees letters, numbers and sounds in color, and I just wanted to ask
what that was and what it means. Is it a disorder, should we be
concerned?", she said in a small voice.
I
heard some talking, and she said "Okay, thank you." And hung up. She
came out, looking relieved.
"What
you have is a harmless condition called synesthesia. It is when you perceive sounds,
letters and numbers in color. It is when certain wires in your brain are
crossed and that means that you have synesthesia.", she said.
"Oh.
Good.", I said, calmly, but inside I wanted to dance and sing with joy.
Finally, after four years of waiting, what I had had a name! I went back to the
pancakes and whipped the batter up, humming, and I finished making dinner, but
it was just me and my mom that were home. Suddenly, my dad walked in, all
grubby from doing farm work, and my two brothers, ages 7 and 9, came running
in, there faces sweaty and pink, and they were laughing like hyenas.
"What
did you do?", said my mom slowly.
"We
pulled an epic prank on Mrs. Bell.", said James, in between giggles.
"We
made a bunch of raw eggs fall on her when she walked out her door!", said
Oliver.
"You
did what?", said my mom, trying to keep a straight face.
"We
pulled a prank on her! Like we just said!", they said. We heard a knock on
the door. Everyone froze. I went and looked through the peephole. It was Mrs.
Bell.
"It's
Mrs. Bell.", I said.
"Don't
answer!", my mom whispered.
This
time, the doorbell rang. I slowly opened it. She looked very mad. Her white
hair was yellow, and her clothes were all slimy.
"Those
mischief making sons of yours need a good hard switching!", she yelled.
"I'm
very sorry Mrs. Bell.", I said.
"You
should be! Here I am, going about my business, walking out the door and then a
bunch of raw eggs fall on me!", she yelled, even louder.
"I
can't wait to move. In fact, this recent event has made me want to move faster!
I will be out of the neighborhood in one week.", she said. She looked
behind her. It was raining, and hailing. Thunder boomed, and lightning flashed.
"Every
time I come around you folks, something bad happens.", she said, quieter.
She shook her fist and hurried back towards her house. We all cracked up, and
sat down at the table.
"Now
boys, that was a little funny, but you can't do that again.", she said
sternly.
"Yes
mom.", they said.
"So,
Rainee, tell your father about the discovery we made today.", said mom. I
looked at her.
"No.
I will not. And I don't want you to either", I said in a tense voice.
"Rainee
was telling me about how she sees these colors hanging in the air whenever she
hears a sound, and how she sees numbers and letters in color.", she said
with a smile on her face.
I
couldn't believe it. My mom, who I trusted, just told my whole family my
biggest secret.
"Weird.",
said Oliver, with a look of awe on his face.
"Wow.",
said James.
"How
could you!", I yelled. "I trusted you. I told you my biggest secret,
and you just went and told the whole family!"
I
left the table, put on my shoes, and ran out towards the barn. I grabbed my
hatchet, and jumped on Travis, riding as fast as I could towards the birch
trees. It was cold, and I was getting soaked. I didn't care. My mom was in the
house, and I had to get away from her. She could not be trusted. Not anymore. I
was finally at the trees, and I went to find dry materials to start a fire. I
found some sticks, and decided to go and gather birch paper. I made one spark.
Two. I heard voices yelling, "Rainee! Rainee!" I didn't care. Three
sparks. A lightning bolt struck a large tree branch on a nearby maple tree. It
fell on the roof. It started to cave in, and Travis ran. I tried to get out,
but I wasn't fast enough. The roof came in on me, and the branch hit the back
of my head. The last thing I heard was a scream saying "Rainee!", and
then everything went black.
Beep.
Beep. Beep. Beep. I blinked once. I blinked twice. I opened my
eyes. I couldn't see anything. "Mom!" I yelled. She rushed to my
bedside. I sobbed.
"I can't see.", I said. She called for a doctor, and he came in. He
said to my mom, "I will have to do some tests. You will need to leave for
a bit.", he said. "I will come and get you when they are done."
My mom left, reluctantly. He said, "Can you open your eyes for me?" I
opened them. I heard a click, and I could feel something coming towards my
forehead. I kept my eyes open. "She's not responding to the light.",
he said to another doctor that I didn't know was there. He turned me over and
he looked at the bandage on the back of my head. He brushed it with his
fingers, and I winced in pain. "We will have to do a brain scan.", he
said. "I will go and tell her family." Then he came in again and told
me that I was going to undergo a brain scan. He put something on my nose, and
he told me to count to ten. " One, two, three..." And
I was asleep.
I
woke up again, and I said, "Where is my family?" the doctor said,
"They can't come in quite yet. I have to give you some news. The brain
scan showed that your occipital lobe, your vision center,
"I
know.", I interrupted.
"was
severely damaged. It was unfixable. You are blind. Permanently."
I
couldn't say anything. Permanently blind? I couldn't read then. I couldn't
write in my journal. I couldn't tell if I was about to trip over something.
What would I do? What would we do. Then I realized something. My colors. They
were gone. The beeping didn't trigger red rings. I said to the doctor,
"I had synesthesia. The noise of the beeping didn't make colors appear in
the air. Will they come back?"
"I
don't know. Synesthesia will go away after a traumatic event, such as this, but
it comes back eventually. I don't know if it will in your case, but.. I bet it
will.", he explained. I couldn't see him, but I swear he winked.
A
week later, I got to go home. Every single time the truck stopped, I wondered
if we were home yet. Finally, I heard my dad turn off the truck and he opened
the drivers side door. He walked over to mine and helped me out of the truck. I
tried to use the metal stick to guide myself to the front door, but I kept
tripping. I let my mom guide me up the wooden steps to the front door. I was
able to guide myself up the stairs to the attic, and I sat down on my bed and
cried for a long, long time.
We
found Travis the next day. He was grazing on grass a couple miles from the
orchard. We brushed him and fed him and gave him water. He could still see. He
was a fortunate soul. Very fortunate.
As
the month passed, I got better and better at guiding myself around with the
metal stick. I was able to walk up the stairs to the attic now, and my brothers
were helping me learn to ride Travis, even though I couldn't see. My
parents applied for a school for the blind, and they are going to get me a
service dog. I picked one out already. The dog was a Corgi, and her name was
Rowdy. She was described as energetic, silly, loyal, obedient, friendly and
smart. I was excited. Those were all good, but not as good as seeing. Not
nearly as good.
On
October 25th, as Halloween approached slowly, at 12:23 pm, my life changed. For
the better. We went to get Rowdy, and at 12:23, I heard tiny feet running
getting louder and louder. Light pink. Pink. Magenta. Bright Red. Fire
truck red. Then a small warm tongue licked my face. My colors came
back. And everything changed.
Rowdy
was described to me as small, reddish brown, (like the color g) and black and
white. She had no tail, either. She had a black leather leash, and a sky
blue (like the letter b) collar with bones all over it. She had ears way to big
for her body. She obeyed every command, and she guided me around the house
really well. She did it as good as a person who had eyes. Unlike me. But that
was gonna be okay. I knew now.
Our
next door neighbor had and 11 year daughter named Beth, and her name was a rich
purple periwinkle color. I couldn't wait to make friends with her. If she
wanted to, at least.
And,
my colors came back. It happened when I heard Rowdy's tiny feet running toward
me, the colors getting darker and darker each time I heard a little click-clack.
After
Halloween my parents drove me to the airport where we departed. I was to stay
there for a month, but I would go home for Thanksgiving. I would learn to read
in Braille, eat without help, and learn to navigate and other things. I was
excited. And, there would be other blind people there that I could meet. They
understood. I didn't know if any of them had synesthesia, though. They didn't
completely understand. But a little was enough.
On
the plane, I was sitting next to someone who's voice sounded like a woman's.
She was really nice. Her name was Rhonda, and her name was the color of burnt
sienna, and the texture was sharp and thin. I wanted to tell her that, but I
didn't want to sound crazy. I told her my name, Rainee, and to my absolute
shock she said,
"Rainee
is a pretty name. It is a dark yellow ochre."
"No,
it is a bright purple!", I blurted out.
"What?",
we both said.
"You..
you have it too?", I whispered.
"Have
what?", she asked.
"Synesthesia.",
I said.
"What
is that?" she inquired.
"Where
numbers and letters have color, and sounds and a bunch of other stuff.", I
answered.
"What
do you mean? Everyone has that.", she said in a nervous voice.
"No.
Only some people have that.", I explained.
"What?",
she exclaimed. "Only some people see numbers and letters in
color?"
"Yes,
ma'am."
"Oh.
Really? It's... just us?", she said in a frightened voice.
"Yes.
I bet there are a lot more people who have it. I only know of one person who
has it. You.", I said.
She
sat back in her chair. She was quiet for a moment.
"How
old are you?", she asked.
"11",
I answered.
"I
am 15.", said Rhonda.
The
plane stopped. We were at the airport. The co-pilot came to guide me to a taxi,
and I said goodbye to Rhonda, and she said thank you. The co-pilot guided me to
the taxi, with Rowdy, and I was off to the school.
About
a half hour later I arrived at the school. I was assigned to a dorm room with 3
other girls. Mariam, Gwendolyn,(she goes by Gwen,) and Cameron. They all seemed
loyal and trustworthy. They told me there stories about how they became blind,
and I told mine but I left out some of the details. We had an instructor for
every dorm room, and ours was a lady named Sarah, who's name was a pinkish
brownish color and had the texture of wet grass. The first day was a unpacking
get settled in day, but the second day we got to learn Braille.
"Okay,
I am going to give you all a braille slate, and there are spaces between the
letters. Try to memorize the first five letters of the alphabet.", she
said.
A:
1 dot, top left
B:
2 dots, top left and middle left
C:
top left and top right.
D:
top left, top right, and middle right.
E:
top left and middle right.
"Done!",
I said, running the first five letters through my head.
"Okay",
said Sarah. "Now memorize the next five."
F:
top left, top right, middle left.
G:
top left, top right, middle left, middle right.
H:
top left, middle left, middle right.
I:
middle left, top right
J:
middle left, top right, middle right.
"Done.",
I said again
"Done."
said Mariam, Gwen, and Cameron.
"Okay,
ladies, next five.", Sarah replied.
I
memorized K, L, M, N, O, and moved on to the next five. P, Q, R, S, T, and so
on until I was done. I went through them again and again until I knew them by
heart. Little did I know that a whole two hours had passed. Gwen, Mariam and
Cameron were done too. I used synesthesia to my advantage. Each dot sequence was
associated with a certain color. Then we practiced reading it. I read, If
you understand this, you did it!
"Wow,
girls. You did that fast. For most people it takes a couple days. It took you a
couple hours.", said Sarah. "Now, lets have lunch."
We
got a break for the rest of the day. We talked about ourselves, and I almost
told them about synesthesia. I decided not to. They had to completely earn my
trust before I told them that.
Chapter 4
As
the week passed, my friendship with Gwen, Mariam and Cameron, Gwen especially,
got stronger. I decided to tell them. When we were alone in our dorm room, I
said,
"Hey,
guys, can I tell you something?", I asked.
"Sure.",
said Gwen.
"Promise
to not tell?", I said timidly.
"Yes.",
said Mariam.
"Are
you sure?", I said.
"Yes!
Now, tell us.", said Cameron.
"Well,
I have this thing called synesthesia. Have any of you ever read "A Mango
Shaped Space", I said.
"No."
They answered.
"Well,
it is wear numbers and letters have color. And that is just one type. I also
have emotion color synesthesia, and chromesthesia where sounds make you see
random shapes and colors in the air.", I blurted out. And I told them
everything. About Marla, and Travis, and telling my mom, and running away, and
the hospital, and Rhonda, and how my colors came back and the colors and
textures of there names, until I was empty.
"Oh,
Rainee", said Gwen.
"I'm
really sorry.", said Mariam.
"That
sounds horrible.", said Cameron, who goes by Cam.
"I
thought you guys would laugh at me.", I said.
"Oh,
Rainee, we would never.", they said.
"Really?",
I said.
"Of
course not", said Gwen.
"Thanks.",
I said.
And
after a lot of tripping and bumping, we found each other and we hugged. We
stayed like that for a long time.
When
it was time to go home and we had learned all that we needed to learn, we
packed our bags along with a Braille kindle that we had gotten so that we could
read, we exchanged addresses and phone numbers. It was sad saying goodbye, but
I was glad to be going home. I was excited to see James and Oliver and dad and
smell the usual smells and hear the usual sounds of my home. I was even a bit
excited to see mom, who I was still angry at for causing me all this pain. I
had learned to develop my other senses, and read Braille really well, and I now
had super hearing. I'm sad that I can't see, but if I could I never would have
gotten all of this. On the flight home, Rowdy sat on my lap and the pilot had
turned on music, and I let the beautiful colors flow over me, constantly
shifting, changing, and appearing and disappearing, and I fell asleep.
When I got
home from my flight my parents led me to the car, and I smelled the normal blue
smell, pine and gasoline. An hour later, we arrived at home, and I heard the
excited voices of James and Oliver.
"Rainee!
Your home! Happy Thanksgiving!", shouted James, running up to me and
hugging me.
"Hi,
James.", I said. "Where's Oliver?", I asked.
"He
is scared. He was really worried about you.", James answered.
"Oh.
Okay.", I said.
Oliver
came out, and he seemed pretty sad.
"Hi
Rainee.", he said timidly. I could tell he was looking at the floor.
"Hey.
I'm okay. I'm gonna be okay.", I said, walking towards him, hearing him
shuffling his feet. I hugged him, and he seemed less sad. He hugged me back,
and then I let him say hi to Rowdy. He sat down, and she put her paws on his
shoulders and started licking his mouth. Rowdy came up the stairs with me, and
I started to unpack. Thanksgiving was tomorrow, and we needed to hurry.
Finally,
tomorrow had come. It was a cold November day, I had been blind for 9 months
now. I had sent Gwen a letter, but she hadn't responded. My birthday was in a
couple days. I was turning twelve. My cousins Addison, who was 10, Ethan, who
was 13, Grace who was seven and Alex, who was 6. I was closest to Addison and
Ethan because they were my age, but I loved them all. Addison was an outgoing,
energetic kid, and she loved being outside, just like me. Ethan was a strong
kid who liked to joke around and he liked being outside too. He had a creek
behind his backyard. They all lived really far away though, like 3 hours. I
treasured the time we had together. I was helping mom make the pies and cook the
turkey and the cranberry sauce and the stuffing and everything else when I
heard a knock at the door.
"That's
them!", I said.
Chapter 5
I
went to open the door. Alex and Addison were brother and sister and Grace and
Adam were brother and sister so right now it was just Alex and Addison, because
I saw the car out front. I opened the door.
"Hi!",
said Addison. "Long time no see!". It was true. I hadn't seen her
since Christmas.
"Rainee!",
said Alex. I heard him running towards me.
"So,
how have you been?", said Addison.
"Pretty
good.", I said.
"What
happened to your eyes?", she asked. "They are all blue."
"Well,
um, a big tree branch fell on the back of my head and blinded me. But on the
bright side, I have a dog, and I met some new people when I went to a school
for blind people, and here I am!", I said, trying to sound cheerful.
"Oh.",
said Addison.
"Yeah.",
I said. "Do you want to go up to the attic?", I asked.
"Sure.",
said Addison quietly.
James
and Oliver came running out of there messy bedrooms and instantly started
playing with Alex. They ran outside to show him Travis. I heard them shouting
and prancing about the fields, and Addison sat down on my bed.
"I'm
sorry.", said Addison.
"It's
okay.", I said. "I'm alright. Do you want to meet Rowdy, my service
dog?", I asked.
"Sure!"
said Addison. Rowdy was obediently sitting at my side, and I was petting her.
"You
can go and say hi, girl. Go on.", I told her. She walked over to Addison.
Addison started petting her. Ding-Dong. I heard.
"There
here!", I said jumping up. Me and Addison hurried down the stairs and
opened the door. Adam and Grace walked in.
"Hi,
Rainee!", said Adam.
"Rainee!",
said Grace
"Hi
Addison.", said Adam. "Long time no see!".
"So
how have you two been?", asked Adam.
"I've
been pretty good.", said Addison.
"Well,
a big tree branch fell on the back of my head and blinded me, but I'm
okay.", I said.
"Wait,
what?", asked Adam. "You're... blind?".
"Yeah.",
I said. "But I'm doing pretty good. I have a kindle that I can use to read
in Braille, that is like the way that blind people can read. And I went to this
school, and I learned a lot. And I got this cutie.", I said, gesturing to
where I thought Rowdy might be.
"Hi,
pooch.", said Adam, putting his hand out towards her. He petted her, and I
asked them if they wanted to go see the pigs and the cows and the garden. They
said yes, of course, and we ran outside. 20 minutes later, my grandparents
arrived, and we had lunch. All of the cousins played a game of ghost tag, so I
could play too without the blindfold! Eventually it rolled around to dinner
time. We went inside, and I helped mom serve the turkey. We all sat down at our
dinner table, and we prayed first, and then we ate. Turkey, cranberry sauce,
stuffing, green beans, potatoes, corn. Then, we were all stuffed and we talked
for a little bit. All of the kids were in one room, and the adults in the
other. When we had ate every last scrap of food, we went out to play in the
garden again. We climbed trees, and then we went to play in the woods. I made
sure that the birch trees were out of sight. I didn't want to see that place
again. Ever.
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