A/N
I don't know if you realized, but I imagine Jackson (Jennifer's older and only brother) as Zack Efron, exactly as he looked in the movie "Charlie Saint Cloud" (which is a movie that I absolutely love, and if you haven't watch it yet, I recommend you to, but an yearly advice: bring tissues with you because you're probably cry). And so you don't get mistaken, Jennifer had the same hair color as her brother when she was little, she started painting her hair blond when her brother "disappeared" (which happened when Jennifer turned sixteen). So, she was about 13/14 in the beginning of the chapter (you will understand when time changes between memories and real time, because I will always put something about her hair color J But that's just my idea, but you can imagine everything just how you'd like it to be, aha.
( how I imagine Jackson looks like on the side (or on top if you're using the app, I don't even know, I have it but it kinda hates me and doesn't let me do anything, oh )
Sorry for the long note :( too make it up to all of you and celebrate the over 5k reads and over 300 votes, here's an important chapter! X
PS (sorry, again): I dedicate this chapter to @psycho_styles, because her comment's were so simple but still made my smile. ly lots and thanks for reading x
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Jennifer's skinny white legs moved accord to the beat of her heart, slow and steady. Her golden hair cascaded down her shoulders, bouncing ever so softly with every step she took. Her slender fingers touched the edges of the books in every part of the old shelves of the community library. Her eyes scanned the shelves, trying to find what she intended.
A strange red book in the middle of green one caught the young girl's attention. Her small petite hand caught the rather heavy and old, but strangely clean book. Her bright blue eyes scanned the tittle: "Legend of the Knights Templar".
Jennifer scanned the book and realized it had some marked pages. She opened on the first marked one's, reading: "The Poor Fellow-Soldiers of Christ and of the Temple of Solomon, commonly known as the Knights Templar, the Order of the Temple or simply as Templar's, were among the most wealthy and powerful of the Western Christian military orders and were among the most prominent actors of the Christian finance. Templar knights, in their distinctive white mantles with a red cross, were among the most skilled fighting units of the Crusades"
Jennifer, so softly scanned the pages, until she opened the book in some other marked pages, and read: "The secrecy around the powerful medieval Order of the Knights Templar, and the speed with which they disappeared over the space of a few years, has led to Knights Templar legends. These range from rumors about their association with the Holy Grail and the Ark of the Covenant, to questions about their association with the Freemasons, to searches for a lost treasure"
She kept reading: "The last Grand Master of the Templar Order, Jacques de Molay, was burned at the stake in 1314, by order of King Philip IV of France, who had also pressured Pope Clement V to disband the Order. Legend has it that de Molay issued his dying curse against the King and Pope Clement V, saying that he would meet them before God before the year was out. Pope Clement died only a month later, and King Philip died later that year in a hunting accident. Geoffrey of Paris was "apparently an eye-witness, who describes Molay as showing no sign of fear and, significantly, as telling those present that God would avenge their deaths". Many believed that the dynasty had been cursed"
Jennifer scoffed, but kept on reading the last marked page: "A frequent recurring legend relates how when Louis XVI was guillotined, an anonymous French Freemason rushed from the crowd, dipped his hand in the king's blood (or grabbed the head and held it) and yelled, 'Jacques de Molay, thou art avenge!' ('Jacques de Molay, you have been avenged!)"
Jennifer thought this was just a random book. But, when she was about to close it, she read the last sentences on the last marked page, which made her choke on her own saliva, drop the book and run away back home: "Witnesses affirmed that the anonymous French Freemason was in fact an English man named Harold Styles, one of the Templar's who mysteriously disappeared. Sources tried to contact with those witnesses to actually confirm what they had seen, but the witnesses mysteriously disappeared, without leaving a single trace behind them, leaving the anonymous French Freemason anonymous"
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Nurse Sarah looked at the brown ruts on Jennifer's blond hair. "So, why do you do it?"
Jennifer looked at Nurse Sarah, as if she had grown three heads. "Do what?"
"Your hair," Sarah pointed out. "It's painted, isn't it?"
"Yeah, suppose" Jennifer shrugged.
"Why do you paint it?"
"Because," Jennifer shrugged, while she toke a bite out of an apple the nurse had so kindly brought to her Asylum room. "My old hair reminded me of my brother's hair"
Nurse Sarah furred her perfectly waxed eyebrows. "Wait, I'm confused now," she awkwardly laughed. "You don't want to have your brother's hair color?"
Jennifer shrugged.
"Hey," Nurse Sarah whispered, grabbing Jennifer's hands, making the younger one look at her. "You can tell me, I'm here for you. I'm your friend, right?" she smiled.
"It's just," Jennifer sighed. "He left me Sara. We almost never spent time together. One day before I went to school, I asked him if we would finally have a day together, just us. You know? A brother-sister moment. He promised me. He never came," Jennifer closed her eyes. "I wasn't mad, I was disappointed." She furred her eyebrows. "But then I was worried"
"Why?" Nurse Sarah asked.
"Because he never came home that day." Jennifer choke her head. "I thought he ditched me for some party with his friends and he would only come back home the next morning because he got too drunk to drive that night. However, he never came back. Not the next day. Not the next week. Not the next month. Not the next year"
Jennifer only realized she was crying when she felt Nurse Sarah's arms around her, hugging her shaky body.
"The last thing I said to him was 'If you say that I'm the most important thing in your life, than prove it' and I stormed out the door." Jennifer cried out, while she sobbed in the nurse's arms.
If only Jennifer knew, that Jackson did what she asked him to do. He proved she was the most important thing in his life, by sacrificing his own for him.
