The Golden Eye

Chapter 37{Jon's POV}

I couldn't help but feel strangely self conscious as the screens flickered and showed my past. I felt the spotlight turn onto me, and I honestly hated it. Each screen showed a tiny part of me that I struggled to bury, and now, with all of it coming back, I felt felt super emotional. Waterworks were boiling behind my eyes, and one comment would cause them to pour out.

I peek over at Alex through the hair that fell in front of my eyes. His eyes were glazed over with tears, and he rapidly blinked to keep them from falling. He knew everything about my family and how I've been raised, but it still shocks him sometimes,

I glance at El, too, Instead of her eyes flickering eyes being trained on he screens, she was staring at the toe of her boot, her lips in a straight line, eyes glazed with moisture. Her pale hands were clutching her weapon, and her bottom lip quivered, making her look like a lost little girl.

"Come on Jonathan, look at all these awful memories, all caused by these people."

Fredrick's voice seeped back into my head, and I couldn't help but shudder. He was telling me to waltz into my family's house and kill the people I grew up with. Despite that, I still felt like it would be the right thing to do. They treated me like a worthless lump of trash my whole life, and the fire of resentment was still burning.

I was snapped out of my bipolar thoughts when a warm hand touched mine, sending volts of electricity coursing through me, in the good way.

"Jon?" His warm voice comforted every aching bone in my body, and I looked up at Alex. He gave me a tiny smile, making me think he was the only person with the ability to cheer me up at moments like these.

"I-I don't think we have a choice, Jon," he softly whispered. He was staring intently at me, like I was the only person there. I felt my heart begin to beat vigorously, and I struggled to keep a straight face. Instead, I focused on what he just said. What it meant.

I really would have to kill someone.

"Jonathan, are you ready for the final stage to prove your worth, before you are accepted?" Fredrick said. I wanted to scream, ask why I always had to prove myself before someone remotely began to accept me, but silently nodded. With a blink of Fredrick's golden eye, the scenery around us changed, and we were falling, the air whistling around our ears. Everything was pitch black, and I couldn't make out anything. I'd like to say I was used to the dramatic exits Fredrick gave us, but honestly, I was terrified. My brother, Timothy, would chase me with his sword into closets a lot when I was younger, and he would lock me in them until someone found me. I guess I kind of gained a little fear of utter darkness, especially when I was falling and couldn't find anything to hold on to.

I panicked, out of control of my emotions, and for a split second, a tiny orb of golden light burst out of my chest, casting a small light. Then, in the the mili-second it appeared in, the glow disappeared. When the light flashed, however, I got a tiny glimpse at my sister. Her eyes were screwed shut and her hands were in fists, her face betraying a terrified look. I wanted to reach out to her and comfort her, but I was so scared myself I couldn't move.

Suddenly, in the darkness, a pair of arms wrapped around me. My eyes widened in surprise, and it took me a moment to hear the words being whispered in my ear.

"I got you Jonny."

It was Alex. He was holding me close to him, buried in his chest, as we fell down thousands of feet. I'm 100% sure my heart stopped working, and I didn't breathe for a solid minute. I could feel Al's breath lightly hitting my face, and I fought the urge to start squealing. My arms hesitantly wound around him, holding him back. I don't know how he knew to comfort me, but he must have seen something that gave away my sheer terror when the golden light appeared. We were still falling, but we were holding each other, and I smiled. It was a nice feeling, holding Alex while the world slipped away.

Unfortunately, my moment ended to soon, and we landed on a plush carpet. Alex and I rolled off to he side, still clutching each other, before coming to a halt. I was literally on top of him, my ear listening to his heartbeat through his Dr. Who shirt. We just lay there, no one moving. I didn't dare break out, because I was afraid a chance like this might not come up again.

El, on the other hand, sat up immediately, and gasped after looking at the surroundings. Her eyes flickered and I too took in the baby pink walls, the dozens of Barbie dolls and toy cars on the floor, and the messy bed filled with books and stuffed animals.

I was filled with a strange sense of déjà vu as I looked around the small bedroom. Alex and I both actually just took in the room, a little shocked after what just happened, after El sprang up and went around, softly touching a doll with blue hair.

"Jon," she chocked. "It's Amelia."

I stared at her, confused, before the memory hit me.

"Watch out, the monster's coming!" a tiny Jon yelled out, running at his sister with full speed. She shrieked and giggled, picking up her dollie, and swung her up.

"Oh yeah? Amelia is gonna whoop your scaly butt monster!" El yelled. The toy monster in Jon's hand and the blue haired doll in El's hand began to have a little battle, until the monster fell out of Jon's hand and to the floor.

"That's right, I Amelia the singer slash zombie slayer slash president slash ballerina slash chef slash puppy trainer slash teacher slash butt whooper has officially whooped your butt!" El mimicked the doll.

Then they would pick up there toys and play again, however many times, on and on. They would make up planets, create laws, and simply have fun, tuning out the world.

"Oh my gosh," I whispered. Her doll, the doll that she had loved almost as much as me, was right there. Wait, that meant..

"El, where are we?" I asked, awkwardly( and still) resting on Alex's chest.

"We're-we're in my room. From when I was a little kid. This was my room." She whispered, in kind of an awed voice.

My eyes widened, but not because the room held so many memories.

My parents told me to forget everything about El, they even sent me to therapy.

So why was her room still here?