THE EYE (on hold due to editing)

MURDERER

     There was now a small piece of furniture right where Theo was sitting, with a TV on it.

"You still don't know why you're here?" Theo asked us.

     I tried to find the answer. I knew so many weird things, so many weird details, but not that specific answer.

     For example, I knew that the white blouse that Theo was wearing was not his, he just grabbed it because his own blouse had been dirtied by someone's blood - a girl's blood.

     However, I knew that we were not in that room for a show, nor for any money. I was not even sure that it was about riddles anymore. All I knew is that we were there for something bigger than that, something that included the entire world.

     We shook our heads at the same time, just like mirrors.

     The TV turned itself on, but it did not surprise us anymore. I was not afraid that it turned on by itself, I was afraid of what it was about to show us. I was petrified.

     Aidan and I stared at each other as it became harder and harder to keep our eyes away from the TV. For a short second, my whole world began to spin and it got darker. For a short second, I was seeing life through Aidan's eyes, and not mine.

     I blinked several times to chase that awkward sensation away. I guess I must have been tired or too hungry. My mind must have been playing tricks on me.

     Theo began to shout like a mad beast and threw his chair away. He ran a hand through his hair before taking slow steps around the room. He stopped in front of Aidan.

     I could not see Theo's eyes, but I could clearly feel his gaze on my body. I did not know how it was possible, but it was.

     Out of nowhere, he screamed again and punched Aidan in the face. I immediately felt a strong and horrible sharp pain in my cheek and in my jaw. My mouth was hurting, and so did my nose. I felt a warm liquid running down my lips and nose - I was bleeding.

     How is it possible?

     Theo got away from Aidan, and I watched him bleed. The punch seemed to have hit him harder than it did hit me. Yet, I could not understand how it hit me, nor why he did punch him.

     I felt so sorry for Aidan, I felt guilty. We both gave up and looked at the TV screen.

     For a few seconds, the screen was just grey.

"You're a murderer." Theo glared at Aidan. He was looking at him as if Aidan was the biggest mistake on Earth, as if he was the most disgusting creature ever. Aidan, on the other hand, looked confused and struggled not to look away from him. "And you-" he turned around and walked towards me. "You're a murderer as well. You're just a smarter one."

      An audio followed by images appeared on the TV screen.

      It was me.

     It was a video of me, taken a few years ago, committing the stupidest and most selfish and horrible thing I have ever done.

     Being forced to look at the TV made me relive that moment - as if one time was not enough.

      Theo was walking around us, he was observing us. Even though he was not close to me, I felt like I had a knife against my throat. I could not take my eyes away from the screen. Therefore, I watched in silence, anticipating the every move of that girl on TV.

      My father was also on TV. 

      That day, he woke up from a fifteen hours sleep - just like any other day. He wanted to grab a quick snack before taking a nap. His snacks were all the same. Half a bottle of whisky and a sandwich I had to prepare - he was a healthy man, indeed.