One Color At A Time

Chapter 14

Weeks.

It's been weeks.

I haven't gotten a good nights sleep since she's been taken. I am at classes all day then I come to The Division night and sometimes well into the early hours of the next morning.

The others have shown that they worry about me. Worry about my health physically and mentally. Honestly, I'm starting to worry about myself.

Part of it is that I'm blaming myself. It feels like I should have been able to do something, anything from this happening. It doesn't help all the assignments that I get are all associated with my cousin. It feels like they are purposely doing this but I don't question anything because I want to prove that I'm not too attached like they say I am.

Speaking of my assignments. I have still not found even a shred of information that could help. It really does look like from what the cameras gathered that all Cole did was participate in kidnapping her. 

Well, that and he seems to be the head scientist know who is "running" tests to find multiple sights. Yes, more articles have popped up. All stating the same thing. They are getting close to possibly finding a way to give people multiple sights.

"Jonathan, come on it's time for class. We're gonna be late," I hear Travis calling through my door and pounding on it.

"Shit," I murmur to myself and hurry to get dressed

I walk out of my room and I catch out of my peripheral vision that Tyler and Travis share a look. I feel guilty for making them worry like this over me. I just don't know what to do anymore. It feels like I'm being ripped into shreds with trying to balance everything going on.

College.

The Division.

My developing sights.

Part of me wants to tell them about the developing sights but how do I just tell them this huge information. Also, will they believe me? Yes, they are my friends. But this is something that doesn't just happen every day. 

"Hey, did you do the reading for Am Lit?" Tyler asks pulling me out of my thoughts.

"Uh, kinda...well I listened to it while I was working," I scratch the back of my neck avoiding looking at the twins.

"Did you answer the reading response?" Travis asks not missing a beat.

"I threw something together. I don't really remember what I wrote. It was after I got all my work down and I was already pretty tired," I hope that they will drop it.

"What work? Classwork or Division?" Tyler steps in front of me causing all of us to stop walking.

"Have you even started on any of the projects and final exam papers?" Travis follows suit.

I let out a sign and can already feel a headache forming. I know sooner or later I'm gonna end up collapsing from working so hard. They know it too. The thought of trying to face them and try to make everything seem find didn't feel even plausible anymore.

"I've kind of started on them. Not well but it's something," I look up and find myself facing a wall of disappointment.

"Man, you can't pass it off. If you don't do well, what would happen to your scholarships you worked so hard to get. To prove to your parents you can get by without them. What happens if you bomb these finals then?" Travis is known for being blunt, he just wants the best for his friends and I'm just feeling worse now.

"I-..." I can't find any words to even try and pull some excuse out of thin air.

"Jonathan, the girls told us that we have to find a balance. I know you're worried about Madison but this is getting to a dangerous place. You look like you could fall over any second," Tyler tries to console me but at that moment I don't want it.