The story of Jonathan Vol.1

The Loss

Hi my name's Jonathan, and I live with my dad (William ) and little brother (Ken). Well this story all began at the closest point were things started to change. But first let's talk about my family.

Well my name is Jonathan I'm the main character in this story. I was born in 1804 I'm 17 and I have black hair that covers my left eye but leaves my right eye perfectly visible. I am 5"9 I was really skinny and had a glare like look, so lots of people didn't really like me.

My younger brother, Ken he is 8 and he is really shy he doesn't talk much, I don't know much about my brother.

Now That I'm done explaining the important people in my life, let's get to the story.

A long time ago our mom died In a house fire while my brother dad and me were out of the house. When we came home it was just ashes left now we live in the 1800's so it was a lot of work to clean it up.

Our father didn't say much but we could tell he was torn apart after loosing all we had. The next day after the fire we looked around the rubble and ashes to see what we could find, if there was anything left.

I tripped over a book... I got up and looked at it, there were no singes no burns no torn pages it just looked old. I wondered how it got there, if maybe someone dropped it. But how could someone drop it and it end up under all these ashes? And it couldn't have survived the fire I picked it up and took it home with us.

We lived temporarily in a small two room hotel with the money we had left, our dad tried his hardest not to admit we were going to be poor after this everyday we were left here alone while he went out looking for a job.

I asked my brother "ken?"
"Yes John" he replied
"Im going to go out side for a bit ok?"
"Ok" said ken "make sure to be back before dad returns ok?"
I just nodded my head.
I grabbed the book I found out side off the bed and left the room walking down the stairs I went straight to the library.

I pulled up a chair at a desk in the corner of the library and stared at the book right in front of me. I noticed it wasn't in English I didn't understand it I opened it and noticed tons of dark moldy spots all over each page leafs and scribbles of different words. Some pages had ripped and stabbed holes in them and some even had disturbing brutal drawings in them. I felt sick to my stomach the more I read and I got dizzy, so I closed the book. I saw on the back of the book I could read what it said it was in English but didn't make any sense, it read.

"Dies irae, dies illa
Solvet Saeclum in favilla
Teste Satan cum sibylla.
Quantos tremor est futurus
Quando Vindex est venturus
Cuncta stricte discussurus.
Dies irae, dies illa!"

I closed my eyes and noticed all the words made sense I opened the book and read everything. It talked about human sacrifice and stuff, how to make deals with demons and how to summon and speak to them. How to kill someone as an offering, then I saw something.

It was our house... In the book, there were blotched black and dark read drawings of a woman pouring something on her and everywhere in the house and the last two drawings were her lighting the match and the house burned down. I quickly ran outside running bumping into people trying to push through on the busy streets and came up to our burned house I raised the book up next to the house.... It... Looked just like the house exactly like the house! I screamed! Cause my back just gave out I fell down and I noticed I lost feeling in my left arm. I was on my knees my arm raised, and my right arm lost feeling too I could only move my head people walked by me like I was invisible my right arm picked up a broken shard of glass and raised it up in the air. And stabbed my left arm around my wrist pulling down all the way to my elbow. I regained control of my left arm but I didn't wanna move it cause it hurt too much and I was too weak. My right arm started to open the book it flipped to the blank pages and started to draw something it was another drawing of the house exactly the same but in front was me! Drawn in blood it was me holding my knife to my arm. Everything started to go black till I eventually passed out.

I woke up in the hospital my brother and dad were there, they went on rambling about where was I? And what was I doing? And how they were worried sick about me. I closed my eyes the rest of the time I was there until they left the nurse came in and told me to get some sleep. I woke up in the middle of the night and needed to go to the bathroom, I got up and walked to the door there was barely anyone in the halls I could only see one doctor,
"Where are you going sir do you need help?"
I said
"No I just need to use the restroom"
She told me were it was and I went there.
I opened the door and looked in the mirror... I looked down at my arm and noticed the stitches. My right arm lost control again, it moved in a slow Manner closer and closer to my left arm with the stitches and began to pull each stitch out of my arm. I let out a loud scream, the doctors ran to the door and started to try and unlock it. I kept screaming and screaming until, I stopped... I didn't feel a need to scream anymore I looked at my arm and started to laugh as more and more blood gushed out of my arm the doctors got the door open and found me just ripping stretching the cut open more and more. They restrained me and strapped be back to my bed while they re stitched my now larger open wound closed.
I woke up again but was in a white padded room I saw a window and I could see my brother I looked in front of me and saw the book again... It was laying right in front of me, but why would they give me this? I don't know why. It opened by itself to a new blank page and started to draw another picture in blood next to the other one. It was me looking in a mirror pulling out my stitches smiling. Why I said why is this happening to me?! I yelled "STOP! DOING THIS TO ME!!!"
"STOP!!!"
The page turned again and started a new picture, it was me in this room on top of my brother choking him...
"No..."
"No!"
"I won't kill my brother I wouldn't I would never!"
The door opens and my brother walks in.
"Hey John are you doing ok?"
I scream!
"Go away Ken! GET AWAY!!! I don't wanna hurt you!"
He backed up one step and said
"Come on John what are you taking about? Your not violent you just hurt your head when you passed out! Your not insane and your not a killer you would never kill anyone."
I noticed my straps on my jacket came loose I could move my arms.
My arms lost feeling again almost like I was armless. I yelled!
"Ken go away please!"
He said
"Jonathan stop pushing me away we are brother let me help you!"
I jumped up and pushed him over and started to choke him.
"NO! NO! NO! STOP PLEASE I DONT WANNA HURT YOU KEN! It's not ME!!!"
Then I regained feeling in my arms and I let go.
Ken gasping for breath, I actually wanted to kill my brother I grabbed his neck again and started to choke him! His legs kicking up and down punching my sides moving thrashing his body as much as he can until... Silence. No heart beat no breathing, "no... Why did I do this?... How did I do this I didn't want this to happen" I looked at the book it had a new page and it was drawn the picture was me choking myself...
I lost control in my arms again... I looked down and my legs lost control too. Tears falling down my face crying out loud asking for whoever is doing this to stop, while my arms reached for the straps of my jacket and wrapped it around my neck.
"Please don't I'm begging you..."
I said crying in a low quite voice, and then...
Everything went black...