The boy with the purple eyes

The past

" Well where do I begin...

"It all began 15 years ago, I was five and Jay was three but I remember it like it was yesterday. We weren't the only siblings in the family, we had an older brother and we all had brown hair and blue eyes. His name was Thomas. It was birthday, and like all birthdays you celebrate with your family, except Thomas was missing. So I took Jay with me when I snuck out to look for him, it wasn't far from home,only a couple for blocks. On my way there I would get distracted by birds or flowers and would even forget what I was doing but we got their eventually. I remember knocking and waiting for ages, I got impatient so I tried the handle. It wasn't locked like it always was. I ran in yelling ' Tommy , Tommy where are you!' I got to the lounge and saw Thomas on the ground, I shook him as hard as I could but he wouldn't wake up, Jay even tried to help me by slapping him but it was no use. I didn't know what to do so I just cried, Jay joined me soon after. There was someone else in the house and they came to see what the noise was. There were two people, one was a tall man with dark hair and yellow eyes who looked like he was in his early twenties, the other was a woman who looked like Andy, she looked about 17. The man stabbed me and then Jay with a a kitchen knife leaving us for dead, but the woman stayed behind. She came over to us and picked us up like we were her own, she had tear-streaks down her face. We stayed in her embrace , crying into her shirt as she rocked us and sang softly to us. Our stab wounds had disappeared along with the blue of our eyes. She took us back home to our mother and when she left she waved to us . It was then I saw the scar on her left wrist, a three digit scar :365 "