1st Degree: Jensen and the Ghost of Jourdan – Chapter Two (2nd Part)

I guess I have to put this here: WARNING! This story contains strong language and violence… and, and — and sex. :3

Note from the author: Continuing chapter two. I hope you guys are liking the story; I have taken time to put lots of details in the pictures that are not said in dialogue, there are some images that should speak for themselves. I hope this effect is actually working. I would love to read some feedback on it so I may improve where it’s needed. Thank you all! 🙂

Little by little

everyone came to fit in my box.

For many years it was dad; not mother, because she never cared to know me.

Later came Max, he fitted in my box as well, even though back then I thought our lives were very different.

For a while it was just them, and me.

Then came Jensen. And later…

See my box,

it never wavered;

it didn’t crumble,

nor it sank,

nor it flew away.

These things never happened to my box, until one day they did.

My box was knocked down.

My box was not made with truth, but with the wish and hope for love.

“Uh? Someone’s scream!”

“Hmm…”

“Elias?”

“Wanna see what your insides look like?”

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!”

No body wants to lose what they have, not even if it’s happening right before there eyes.

But like the turning of times, it’s inevitable.

Grandma was wrong,

“I need your help.”

“Holly FUCK! You’re hurt?”

“I’m calling the cops.”

“I won’t be a part of this–“

“Dude!”

“I’m asking you to safe my life!”

“Get inside.”

there aren’t just two kinds of people. There are those who when facing their reality, choose to believe in it.

“Think of someone you can trust -“

“Listen…”

“I don’t like my aunt. I couldn’t care less who her friends are and what they do. But there is someone I must protect, and I won’t hesitate to do whatever it takes for that. Still, you seemed to be out of it before, I’ll let it go… this time. Come in front of me again, or Tommy for that matter, and I swear… I’ll kill you.”

“Get out of here!”

Is there even a difference between these kind of people? Those who seek and never find; those who have the truth but choose to not believe in it, and those who wake up to reality eventually.

There isn’t the slightest difference.

There aren’t any kind of benefits for those who can see,

no reward awaits the seekers;

no mercy is given, just the same reality for all.

You are born, you live, and then you die, just the same.

There isn’t another way of doing things.

Unless, of course,

you cross over to the other side.

Then everything changes.

“Jesus Lord!! You scared the shit out of me.”

“Careful. God and shit in the same sentence? That’s not looking good for you.”

“Shit! You okay?”

“Does it look like I’m okay?”

“Let me help you–“

“No. I can get up on my own.”

“Come on, I’ll take you to the hospital.”

“No hospitals.”

“To your house?”

“No. Not there. Please.”

“Look; I wouldn’t have come here…”

“… if I could go to either of those places.”

“Point taken.”

“Think of someone you can trust…”

“Right.”

“Let’s go. I know just the place.”

“Jou, I never said it would be easy.”

“I think… did I say that? It sounds like something I would say.”

“I just didn’t expect him not to know me I guess. I don’t know. I must really be nuts.”

“That you are. Won’t argue.”

“Look.

“Considering Jensen has no clue of what’s really happening, he is right to think you’re nuts.

“You got lucky he had his hands full with that kid.”

“It’s just that…”

“What?”

“The Jensen I know is happier, he is softer. He listens. He didn’t even let me explain anything. He jumped to all sorts of conclusions…”

“it was a mess.”

“Well; sex changes a man’s life. You’ll be surprise!”

“I’m serious Ji!”

“I am too.”

“This isn’t about sex.”

“I know.”

“There must be something you can throw at him that will reel him in?”

“Uh?”

“Yeah. Like, tell him something about himself that he would love to hear. I’m sure at this moment in his life when everything is shit he doesn’t care to know about the future.”