The Secret Life of Jeremy

*Hey Guys this Is my First Story on Wattpad and I figure why not do it about Jeremy! Since about every time I check there are no stories on him, hope you like it let me know*      <3 Molls

Chapter 1- My life (Jeremy’s POV)

My soft brown eyes flickered open from the small patch of sunlight that filled the room. Dawn, for a few short minutes each day during dawn the sun shined into here just enough to fill the whole room with its wonders.

I smiled lying on my back and lifting my fingers up into the air trying to feel the light. If you try hard enough, the sun will feel like soft warm silky water running through your hands.

Just then the light vanished from my fingertips leaving a cold dark shadow. I sighed pulling my hands back to me, always tomorrow. My eyes rolled over to where a loud click was made and a heavy wooden door squeaked open.

I rolled onto my stomach pressing to the back of my cage. I growled like an animal as our eyes locked, it’s what happens after years of forbidden to speak, move, live.

It gets to you and you are forced to become the animal they treat you like to survive. I couldn't look away, time hadn’t helped my pure hatred and despise for my brother; he was the true monster out of the two of us.

I knew an awful, horrible secret about him that he must of hoped I would forget after years of being locked away, unable to bring himself to kill me, his twin.

We may look similar but he was easily much taller, stronger, and insane. I had been forced to become insane, to live, I accepted it at one point and now I can’t imagine life without insanity. It’s cruel.

He pulled out a silver key reaching for my cage door, with that key I’d be free, I wouldn’t suffer hours at a time the horrid punishment of doing nothing, there is no worse punishment than nothing. Purely nothing. “You’ve become a monster.”

He said as I pressed the back of my cage as the door swung open and he dropped a bowl of awful smelling chicken onto my thin dirty blanket relocking it. At least I hoped it was chicken.

Something holds me every time; I could have jumped forward, sprang out and killed him. But I couldn't bring myself to kill my own brother either, a trait we both shared, Jerome and me.

I jumped forward grabbing the bowl hungrily and finished it in moments then threw the bowl at Jerome which he easily missed. I apologize for acting like a beast; it tends to come to that with food when you’re only receive it every few days.

“Animal,” Jerome muttered leaving the room and walking over to the window, the only window, opening it slightly; my guess from the smell he always complains about but doesn’t bother me in the least.

I’ve had years to get used to it. It’s the fresh air that burns me now, feels toxic in my lungs. The door clicked close in the tiny room and for hours I watched the sunlight change the small world I could see through the window.

Outside. It had been years since I stepped foot out, I couldn't remember the feeling of grass under my feet, the wind blowing in my badly-needed-haircut hair and most importantly the sun on my face.

That’s what I craved the most, in a room full of darkness. You’ll never realize how much you miss the sun until it vanishes from you. You'll never crave it like I do.