Gradually, I felt the heat exchange.

The one from his body to mine.

It happened while he wrapped his fingers around my neck.

Every inch of my skin was covered in standing hairs.

He was the catalyst for destruction. 

Physically, he could smother.

However, he couldn’t grasp my mind.

I knew I couldn’t speak to him.

So, I spoke to myself.

Yelled, rather.

For Yellow.

I couldn’t see him anymore.

He morphed into an unsettling mixture of grays. 

In his mind, he assumed I’d follow suit and dissolve into his scheme.

I wasn’t ready to fall, not yet anyway.

Questions and doubts began to cloud my thoughts.

Until, my saving grace arrived.

My Yellow.

“What took you so long?

He almost took over.”

Yellow held my hand and smiled.

“Remember that I am within you, always.

Your strength brought me here, and that same strength will save you. I’m merely a reminder.” 

As quickly as my Yellow had come, he disappeared. 

I yelled for Yellow one last time.

Thus began the mental game.

I was fading in and out of consciousness, and knew I had a minute left, at most.

It was only then that I truly understood what Yellow meant.

I yelled for myself.

My attacker released his hands.

He stepped back and looked me in the eyes,

almost as if he was giving me approval. 

I realized that without him, I’d have forgotten who I was.

I too, was a color, simply lost in categorization. 

Now, because of him, I’m defined.

My will to live has a name,

and it’s Yellow.