Sounds and Whatnot

Jabber.

Prattle.

Gobble.

So many noice around me and yet, my attention's wholly focused on my only friend.

'Why do you think roses are red?'

I know Franklin isn't real, but the mere thought of suffering alone without anyone to confide is just... Sad. Plus, it's way cooler to have your friend be mutant! If it were true I'd probably be bragging about it, but I know that would never happen. I'm... Nothing and if Franklin was real he would never be my friend.

"Stop it, Hazza. I can hear your thoughts."

He nudged my leg and gave me a stern look. Whenever I get sad or... Anything really, Franklin was there to keep me company. Sometimes, I think of him as the brother I'll likely never have. I mean, he's nicer to me than any of my living relatives. I guess he does have to be nice to me.

"Colors don't exist, though. It's just light. Therefore, roses aren't red."

'Are they grey?'

"Do you WANT me to lecture you on how it works?"

I thought about it for a second, then shook my head.

"Exactly."

We continue to sit in silence, since I don't have anything to eat.

'Do you think Charles will let me stay at the mansion someday?'

I'm good at pretending. I've been pretending to my teachers and other people I'm fine for quite a while now, so you could say I'm an expert.

"Why can't you just run away? That way we can both be superheroes!"

'Do you really think I haven't tried that?' I sighed, 'And besides, freaks don't deserve to be superheroes.'

Franklin opens his mouth, but the bell rings.