Jean's Stories

I was always a little envious of them. Or as I'm quite ashamed to say”I was quite jealous of them. Jealousy is something I had tried to evade my entire life. It was one of the things that my parents had emphasized since about time I was in preschool. However. I was still jealous of them. Jealous of their ability to act. Jealous of their ability to don another self with ease. Even jealous of their ability to express themselves. I wasn't able to do any of these things. I had shared the same love of the theater that they did. Though I couldn't share that same love in the same way. This is probably why they had let me do their technical work for them. They allowed me to be their shadow. Do the work the work they couldn't do the work they couldn't do. I had become the unsung hero of the theater.

It all began the day the hanged man said 'Hello' to me. ------------------------------------------ Back in those days I still lived at the church. I wasn't training to be a priest or anything of the sorts, to be honest it was far from it. I was only there since nobody else didn't care or didn't want to be burdened with the load and shame of being bestowed to the town orphan. It's because of that I was shoved into church under the watch of the ever present, Sister Caterina. It was Sister Caterina's self-imposed duty that she made me of my burden to her everyday, and fairly recently she has also tacked on new lectures about my neglecting the available work force for me. From the stories I've heard in town my father was much the same when he was my age. I guess that's where I get it from.

The sky had begun to darken, but my time was high. I hurried up my meal as I looked at my watch. I had to hurry if I was going to make it. I grabbed a napkin and began to wipe my face as I put my plate in the dishwasher and tossed my plastic cutlery into the trash.

South Manchu, China”Same Year It's a dark night when a train passes through the countryside. It is a cold night, strange since it was only half-way through autumn that year. Not many people had said much of it since it had been a warm summer and they thought it only natural they'd have a cold autumn and winter.

"Are you feeling alright, dear? You don't look so well he said to me. I lay in his arms and he was gently stroking my hair. "I¦ think I'm fine. I was just thinking about things I replied.

When I first saw him I was still playing the piano. Whenever I could I played the piano in concerts. I loved the feeling that the piano gave to me.

I was seven when I remember first seeing him. I had lived with my older sister before the world, and life, had decided to become hectic. Most everything was quite peaceful those days.

I could feel the rain pour down on me as I stood there, shaking it in my hands. I opened my mouth; after all, I knew I had no other choice. It was hard to put in my mouth.