Chapter 2 The Door

After mopping and cleaning Jean was finally allowed to go to bed. She dragged her feet up the stairs, she was so tired it was like long chains holding her back. She turned into her room. Her mom had not noticed the painted clouds yet, but Jean had forgotten all about them, until she lay down on her bed, the room was semi filled with light, so she could just see her work, she looked up at her clouds, they looked so soft and gentle yet at the same time not. Jean was filled with imagination, she was soaring high in the clouds she pulled the clouds apart holding them in her hand, let's eat she cried in her imagination stuffing a tuft of cloud into her mouth, mmm, delicous strawberry and orange flavoured. Jean was suddenly brought out of her thoughts by the sound of her sister's voice, "You are a stupid little ten year old," she whispered, "you made mom so stressed and you have ruined the house, it looks terrible." Jean thinking fast said "At least it looks better then your face!" Maybe that wasn't such a good idea thought Jean as her sister threw a brush at Jean's head, luckily she missed and sulked back to her room. Stupid sister thought Jean, but just then Jean heard a voice in her head saying "Jean... your sister was hurt by you, there was no need to say that." "She hurt me!" Jean said allowed, but the voice was gone. "I must be going mad" Jean murmed to herself, "just like every one else thinks, stupid, mad Jean." That night Jean found it hard to fall asleep and when she did she had the strangest of dreams, she dreamed that at the top of the attic there was a small door and the voice was there again, it told her that only Jean herself could unlock the door... Jean woke up the next day with great excitement, she hurried to get dressed for school, maybe she thought while running down the stairs, if I am early for school, school will start early and I can get home sooner. Jean ate breakfast as fast as she could and ran all the way to school doing her tie along the way. This turned out not to be, being earlier for school just made the day longer. "Maybe I should have come late" Jean said after telling her friend Alisia the whole story. Alisia just nodded her head not speaking as usuall. Jean wandered what did Alisia's voice sound like? Sweet and mellow she thought. Jean looked around the play ground watching the other children play, she saw a couple of girls laughing and pointing at her, Jean glared at them and turned back to Alisia. "I think those girls should turn into pigs so we can all laugh at them" Alisia just nodded again. Jean sighed, her only friend wouldn't even talk to her. After school Jean walked slowly home, along the town roads and along the farm road past all the grazing sheep. She stopped just before her house staring into the forest, Jean was forbidden to go in there, 'what if... no.' she wandered, she quickly tore herself from that thought and ran the rest of the way home. Once at home Jean's mood worsened, Jean felt very hurt everyone was always laughing at her and no one wanted to talk to her. Jean lay crying on her bed. She lay the for quite a while imagining herself being locked in a dungeon and the guard saying you are to unknown to exist. Then she remembered the door...