The Golden Eye

Introduction

I take You back to the time when I didn't know what I was yet, and oh boy do I miss those times. I was born into the Wilter family, a family known for having deep brown eyes, silky, dark hair, and excelling at everything we tried. Although when I was born my family claimed there was some mistake, that I was the wrong child, that I couldn't possibly be a Wilter. I was born with silky, dark hair but with bright golden eyes. It was the most unnatural thing they'd ever seen and they questioned it a lot. With my family everyone had one special talent that they bragged about for decades. Picture the best violinist you know of, my sister Tabitha is ten times better than that. With my sister Sylvia she never said things like "It's time for school" or "Dinner is ready" she used high vocabulary and long, descriptive words. You have no idea how many times I've asked her to stop speaking Spanish. Then there was my brother Timothy who was a master swordsman. I would always call him Luke Skywalker or Percy Jackson but then he'd yell at me saying he was better than those "silly amateurs." I on the other hand had no talent whatsoever. I tried anything from sculpting to swimming but my parents always responded with, "Oh my dear Jonathan you just simply aren't good enough." I believed that I, Jonathan Wilter would never be good enough and I wondered if it had something to do with my strange golden eyes. I do see visions though, sometimes of my family dead on the floor, or with the entire town overflowing with golden eyed people like me. These visions scared the life out of me and there was no way to stop them. Then I met another boy named Alexander who I swore had magical powers. He was my best friend who actually made me feel like I was halfway decent on this planet and would work his butt off at filling up my self esteem. But one day I seemed to notice him differently. His brown eyes that always crinkled when he smiled made me go weak in the knees. His dark shaggy hair that covered most of his face made me lose my words. Somedays I found myself screaming his name into the depths of the night, wanting him to cuddle me and wipe away my tears. His brilliant mind had me going home and thinking how his smart comments made me feel warm and cozy. I don't know what it was but I always wanted to be around him, every second of everyday. My parents seemed to disapprove of him, they almost thought he didn't exist. One day it lead me to falling to pieces in frustration and anger. Then all of my visions I had seen just poured out, I told my awful family everything.