Web high

Hazel's POV~

"All the light collected in her pupils diminished when she found darkness"

Colours to me are the most uncomplicated part of reality. Simple and fair. They weren't stuck up or filled with drama like we humans. I strongly believe that however, the creation story played out, colours came first. As a child, I found fairytales boring and unnecessarily cliché.

Perhaps I knew too early that there would be no trusting prince charming to sweep me off my feet someday. No, life was plain, simple, and boring and I found delight in family and when family failed me, I became truly colourful.

Humans are creatures unable to break loose from the bondage of their desires. It didn't matter who lost or died as long as the end game brought more wins.

This was the world I used to hate but grew to love. A world where laws are upheld by the powerless but bent by the powerful. In this world of twists and turns, colors were my only escape.

Over the years, my love for colors has been described as an obsession by colleagues and acquaintances. It was almost like I couldn't get enough of them, my life was a void overflowing with streams of colors.

The nighttime was my best time. It was a time when I got to be whoever I wanted to be, it was an escape from my sad reality.

The loud noise from the sparse nightclub could be heard even from the deserted garage on which I stood. I puffed one last smoke from my lit cigarette before crushing it underneath my feet.

Walking back into an old rundown bus which I overtime converted to a dressing room, I slammed the door behind me making sure the curtains were closed. I stumbled towards a lamp I had bought some months back switching it on. The once-dark room was lit up with a series of colors bringing the room to life. The room was dirty and untidy, with clothes hanging from one corner to another. I made a mental note to myself to clean up tomorrow. The room contained only a wardrobe in one corner, a small fridge that was rarely used in another, and in the middle a couch. On the couch, lay the clothes I was to use for the night, and beside it sat a pair of my favourite stilettos. I sighed as I moved around throwing as many clothes as I could into a laundry basket before prepping for the evening.

After some minutes spent on my face and hair, I pulled on the bright red matching pair of lingerie along with some ornaments. As I stood in front of the mirror, I couldn't help but smile at my reflection. I wasn't a narcissist but I knew beauty when I saw one and it was me. My wavy long red hair highlighted the colour of my hazel eyes making me even sexier. Before leaving, I pulled on my black jacket which I always wore for occasions like this.

As I stepped into the building I was hit with the familiar smell of sweaty bodies and flashing lights. I walked towards the bar smiling as I saw who was behind the counter.

"Well, look what the cat dragged in," whistled Nick as I settled on a seat resting my arms on the counter. I chuckled as I waved back feeling my shoulder relax at the sight of the familiar face.

"So, no grumpy Gracie?" I asked, smiling cheekily at him. Gracie was the other bartender who was meant to be here tonight. I wasn't as close to her as I was with Nick but she was okay. At least compared to some other girls I had come across in the club.

" I guess we are doing business here tonight?" he asked, ignoring my question while attending to a customer on my right.

"Yeah," I replied silently, turning to observe the party around me. The place was packed tonight. I could barely see the faces of anyone.

"Wow, this place is crowded." I couldn't help but notice that the place was unusually filled for a Friday night.

"Oh yeah, a VVIP is present."