Reverse (Jonathan Christopher Morgenstern fanfic)

Cheesy Villians

Last night was the same as every other night. I laid on the couch for hours, bored out of my mind. Then I laid on my bed for hours, contemplating my life. It was another one of those restless nights, or more specifically I made it restless. No matter how heavy my eyes got I forced them open, I didn't want to go sleep. I was waiting for him, but he never came back last night. I couldn't stop thinking about him, or more specifically thinking about how he could be wandering the streets hopelessly. The thing that bothered me the most was that I am not supposed to be thinking about him, and I am certainly not supposed to be losing sleep over him. Then why am I? I don't care. Do you hear that Jonathan? I don't care about you and I don't care what you do late at night. I don't care so get out of my head! Unfortunately he never did.

Now it's the morning and even the soft mattress couldn't help with the headaches and the watery eyes I got from the lack of sleep. I have gotten headaches before but it was usually from over sleeping. I always over sleep and somehow my dark circles just keep getting darker, I blame Raziel for that. But I blame Jonathan for making me lose sleep. He is probably in the kitchen dancing around making coffee, thinking of new ways to annoy me. Suddenly I heard a thump outside my room. I got out of my bed and looked around the kitchen.

"Jonathan?" I said hoping that he had made the sound

"Sorry to wake you up, dearie" I jumped as I heard a new voice behind me. I turned around and froze as I saw the old man that the Shadow world was afraid of, Valentine.

"Surprised to see me? I am a little hurt that Jonathan didn't tell you about me. I am–"

"Valentine" I said with a shaky voice

"Yes, I guess you did know about me after all"

"Of course I did, they tell your stories to little kids when they won't go to sleep. They say, 'Go to sleep or Valentine's going to come to our house and burn it down, to fake his death and then secretly live with you. Then he will kill himself again but he is actually alive and then you will find out he is really the Dark Lord years later. See? It's so complicated and takes so much effort, I think you'd rather go to sleep' It worked for me"

"Smart little one, Aren't you?"

"Where is Jonathan?"

"Farad open the curtains!" He ordered. There was Jonathan, behind the glass doors. It was snowing outside and there he was outside, half naked, with slashes and blood dripping from his back. I quickly ran to the door and tried to slide it open, but it would budge.

"Open the door!" The door still remained shut, "Why are you doing this? Just open the door!"

"You show him great kindness, he doesn't deserve it. He trapped you and tortured you, separated you from your family" Valentine hissed

"He is going to freeze out there! Just opened the door!" I yelled

"Stop fighting for him. Look at him! He is a beast, a savage. That is where he belongs. Not here, not with us"

"No he's not! What the hell is wrong with you?"

"Yes he is! He is my son, I know him. He will ruin you"

"I am sorry, is this like a reality TV show? Cause you're crazy! 'Oh my son's a monster–blah blah blah. I shall whip him and leave him in the snow to entertain myself because I get no fulfillment out of my life, so let me ruin his'" I got a glimpse of the coffeemaker on the kitchen counter. I ran and quickly grabbed it, I ready to launch it at the glass doors.