Grey is the most of colours
Enid grew up in a chaotic family. Well, chaotic is a little bit weak to express her family shenanigans. She has four brothers, two older, and two younger, a father who becomes a ghost when there is a minor inconvenience, and worst of all her mother. Worst is not a totally correct description of her mother's personality, but the most fitting.
As the middle child she was commonly overlooked in her family. In a school full of normies, she did not have many friends, but so-called acquaintances. They all just chatted away between lessons, however when it was time for group activities with friends, she was the last one on the sidelines.
One day Enid was babbling about her family vacation to her classmates, doodling on her homework, not noticing she revealed her species. It left her ashamed for telling a bunch of strangers about her life. Her cheeks burned with shame for the rest of the day.
Week after that three boys in her homeroom disagreed on something and the squabble began. From squabble to an argument, from argument to a quarrel, from a quarrel to a fist fight. The teacher was out of the room, so a ring of feral children thirsting for violence formed around the fighters. Of course, Enid was in the first row, intrigued and maybe missing a popcorn.
The teacher probably heard the screeching of the kids and walked over to her class. When she opened the door, she was horrified. The class, meanwhile she was out, became a crime scene. A bloody tooth on the ground, blood dripping from a boy's nose, and another one became a raccoon, with the black eyes gotten in the fight.
“What in the bloody hell happened here?!” the teacher shrieked. “Enid went feral,” a girl with radish hair squeaked out. “she's a werewolf you know.” she added. What a traitor. How could she? The radish-haired girl may have lied or she could see the future because Enid saw red. She ended up also with a bloody nose.
Esther, her mom, was livid. Not about the blatant lie, but about Enid's oversharing. “You just have to say everything, that's on your mind, don't you?!” she growled.
Enid ended up quietly crying for the rest of the ride home.
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From this experience Enid learned a few things.
Words can make worse damage than a hurricane, but they can not describe the deprivation of feelings, that they caused.
Rumors do not equal truth.
Feelings are much more similar to colours than any words in dictionaries.
Red=anger, love. An example:Red is the colour of a heart, and a bloody nose is also red.
Yellow=happiness. An example: sun is yellow, sunny days make Enid happy.
Green=envy, sickness. An example:brocolli.
Blue=sadness, depression, numbness. An example:the sky when it's raining.
It also depends on the shade and/or saturation and hue of the specific colour.
After the incident Enid was left with a feeling she could not fully understand nor describe. It was a pang of guilt, sadness, and anger, but still, it left her numb. When her eldest brother asked what is bothering her, she just looked at him with her teary eyes and in a low voice whimpered: “Teal with a purple haze...”
He just looked even more confused. Enid let out a sob, so he hugged her. Her face against his chest, her fingers drumming along his heartbeat, his fingers caressing her hair.
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The eldest son of Ester and Murray, Egor, was the only one understanding, well the only one willing to understand Enid's colourful emotions. When he left to study abroad, Enid was devastated. She had to use nonsensical words to describe her feelings. Even though the bitter taste of her brother's leaving, no one would ask her what she was feeling. Yet still, she had to learn to express herself the normal way.
It was difficult? Yes, words could describe the general feeling, but not the entire spectrum of it.
One night when Enid was browsing the internet, she ended up on the Urban Dictionary. Se found the term foilsick.
Foilsick: Being ashamed after revealing a little too much of yourself to someone. An example: Jonn is feeling foilsick, he overshared his feelings towards a stranger.
This discovery, this word was the almost perfect definition of the mix of emotions Enid was feeling that day in school.
After a quick fall into a rabbit hole Enid found:The Dictionary of obscure sorrows by John Koening. This book held a variety of words, which helped describe her motley brain. This book and Dictionary of difficult emotions sat on her shelf above her desk.
Of all the colours she could never totally engage in her catalogue was grey.Any kind of grey. It took her a long time to realize it was the colour of rumours and gossip. It was a fog, which hides the secret of the truth of empty space because the rumour was a lie.
Enid likes to gossip, because if you wanted to know the truth. The truth was a grey area. It does not matter if it is a fact, a theory or a belief. If you want to know the truth, you have to experiment. You have to engage to know the truth.
When you discover the truth, it can make you feel any colour. Red, white, blue, black, any colour.
In Enid's opinion: grey is the most of every colour.