Part 1

The start of this story/book thing.

I’ve got one green eye and one brown eye. The green eye sees truth, but the brown eye sees much, much more. It all started when I was younger. From the moment I was born my mother knew I was different. I was born with one green eye and one brown eye. At first she had thought it would go away, and I would be a normal girl, but it didn’t. By the time I was ten, I had been singled out by all the other girls at my boarding school. Why? I was different. I acted different and I looked different. I talked different; I thought differently, I even walked differently than all the other girls. I grew up as a freak; without any friends, without anyone.

My mother loved me. I still sometimes think she was the only one. She understood, to a certain point, what things I saw. The first time I saw the truth, I was extremely young. Two, maybe three, years old. I was playing just outside the small cottage my father had built, not days before he died. I still remember it. I was pulling out little blades of grass in my chubby, little baby hands and I saw a man walk up to our house. He slowly opened up the wooden gate and walked down the little path of mismatched stones towards the cottage. My mother opened up the door and let out a gasp as she saw who it was. “What are you doing here?” She’d asked.

“Look. We need to talk…about…about…you know what.” The man shifted his weight from foot to foot.

“Now’s not a good time.” My mother pushed past him and bent down to pick me up.

“It’s never a good time. You never even told him, did you Marie? And I’d thought you’d loved him. Ha! That wasn’t love! If you truly loved him, you would have told him everything.” He said, accusing her.

“Shut your mouth!” My mother cried. “I loved him more than anything else! He was my life! He was everything to me! So, don’t you go and preach to me about love. I loved him too much to tell him the truth, but still! Those b******s found him! And they…they…” She began to sob, and I remember reaching out with my chubby hands and trying so desperately to wipe those tears way. I remember crying ‘Mama! Mama!’, I hated, even than, to see her sad. “Shh, shh.” She rocked me back and forth. “Angeline, my little Angelina. Hush, little one. Hush. Mama’s here. I’m ok, Mama’s ok.” She cradled me in her arms, trying to soothe me. “Look now, at what you did. Can you not see? This is his child! This is my child! She’s my everything now…now that he’s gone.”

“Then why didn’t you tell him! Huh? Why didn’t you tell him? He was my brother, for crying out loud! I loved him too! I grew up with him, we shared everything with each other. We weren’t just brothers, we were best friends. And you think it’s any better for me, now that he’s gone? You think I don’t grieve him, too?”

“Joseph…”

“Whatever, Marie. It’s too late now. He’s gone and there’s nothing we can do about it. Just, please, let me hold his child. Just for a few moments. Just to remember him.” He pleaded with her.

My mother thought for a while. She then turned to me, “Angeline, my dear, be good. Alright?” I looked at her, with my brown and green eyes. She smiled. “That’s my girl.” She slowly, with quivering hands, handed me to my uncle.

He held me close, looking me over. “I see she’d got his chin…and…and…” I looked directly into his eyes. “Whoa! What’s this?” He asked.

“What’s what?” My mother asked innocently.

“Her eyes. One’s green and the other’s brown, but he had blue eyes. How could this work? What color’s your’s?”

“Look for yourself.” She showed him her bright, ocean-blue eyes.

“Then how?”

“I don’t know. She was born that way.”

“Interesting. Well, I’m sorry, I wish I could stay longer, but I’ll come visit, I promise. I’ll miss you both terribly until then.” He quickly handed me back to my mother.

“Yeah, right!” I remember thinking, my green eye tingling with some sort of feeling, and my brown eye saw a cloud of red coming from his mouth. What it was, I still don’t know, but it made my heart stop with fear. “You don’t ever want to come back, you don’t ever want to see us again.” I glared at him, my eyes flashing. I remember thinking that I never wanted to see him again either.

“Yes, well, good-bye Joseph.” My mother said, almost ushering him away. He turned and left…never looking back at us. It was the last time he would ever see my mother, but (unfortunately for me) not the last time he’d ever see me.

Author's Note

Ignore all grammar and spelling errors, I haven't really had time to really go over it really carefully. I'd love some feedback and your opinion on this.