[ WP ] You wake up one morning and the color Green is completely gone

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 They always let us mentally ill have our little painting days at the institution. I usually paint cats. I love cats. I wish people would believe that they were real. 
 
 Sitting at my easel, I notice something peculiar regarding the selection of paint colors...'' Where is the green?'' I ask a nurse passing by the other end of the long table. 
 
 `` What is green?'' the nurse, asks me. I think she ’ s a new one. `` Is it like one of your cat things?'' she asks. The doctors love spreading rumors about their charges. I ca n't believe this is happening. This ca n't be happening again. 
 
 `` No, it ’ s a color!'' I cry. `` A color, a color!'' 
 
 `` Oh really?'' she's bending down with her hands on her knees as if she is talking to a child. `` And what things have the color'green'?'' 
 
 My jaw drops. `` Trees! Grass! Lizards! Snakes! Turtles! Alligators! Peas!'' people are starting to stare now. The nurse is glancing around her, unsure of what to do. I pause for a second, if only to make sure that everybody is paying attention, and then continue. 
 
 `` Celery, cabbage, green beans, Lima beans, seaweed, the ocean, the Green Party, aliens!'' Everybody is looking at me as if *I* were the insane one. People that were passing by in the hallway are stopping at the door and staring. 
 
 There has to be some way to prove it to them.I look to the paints and the easel, then ripping the lids off of the bottles of paint blue and yellow, dumping their contents on the table, mixing furiously with my brush. The nurse is yelling at me. She grabs the brush and proceeds to begin the process of ripping the thing from my hands, I try and resist, but she is somehow just too strong. 
 
 “ THERE IS NO SUCH THING AS THE COLOR GREEN! ” she shrieked at me. 
 
 “ Yes there is! Yes there is, yes there is, yes there is! ” Mixing the paint with my bare hands now, “ Look, see! ” “ Trees, grass, peas— “ 
 
 “ STOP IT. ” 
 
 I ’ m bending over the table, arms wide trying to herd all of the blue and yellow paint—now spread out all over it—into the center to make as much green as possible. “ —money lawns shrubs WEEDS— “ 
 
 “ GUARDS! GUARDS! ” 
 
 “ You can ’ t do that! I haven ’ t proven the color green to you yet! See! It ’ s even on your neck! ” I lunge over the table, we fall to the floor, me on top of her, my hands around her neck. I ’ m pulled out of the air. It ’ s the guards. 
 
 “ No! You have to help me prove the color green! ” I shake their arms off and step towards the nurse again, but my newly freed limbs are soon yanked back, the rest of my wretched and miserable self barely yanked back with them. They ’ re practically crushing my arms, the guards, their four big hands restraining each limb. They need to let me go! I need to prove the color green! 
 
 “ Fuck, he bit me! ” one of them yelps. I ’ m thrown to the ground. 
 
 “ Please help me prove it! No! Aggghh, no! That ’ s red! ” 

