.....

The swirls in their eyes were black and their pupils were silver. When they smiled their teeth were dripping some sort of black ink. I stared at my 'father' who held up his dirty clawed hands pulling back 2 of his fingers. He opened his mouth, a raggedy sound came out of it.

"Ryan, can you hear me?" ~ Dad

I nodded my head, feeling slightly dizzy.

"How many fingers am I holding up?" ~ Dad

"3" ~ Ryan

I struggled to breath the moment I opened my mouth. The taste of the air was like breathing in flour, dry and tasteless. 

"Sweetheart are you alright? Can you see clearly? W-whats the color of my shirt?" ~ Mum

A weird copper color..... since when did she own that?