Janemon Rain. One Mixed up Story.
(Just to say I Do Not Own Jane Eyre, Digimon or Wolf's Rain.)
Chapter 1 Jane.
Unfortunately that day was far too wet and gloomy to go out for a walk. So my cousins and I had to amuse ourselves indoors. Eliza, John and Georgina were with their mother by the fire while I was left alone not allowed to join the group.
I went to the breakfast room and took one of my favourite books, Berwick's History of British Birds, from the bookcase and sat in the window seat and closed the curtain creating a little nest for myself by the window.
I drifted into another world and gazed with wonder at the seagull feeding its young on a rocky ledge and the long-eared owl silently searching for its prey. Suddenly my peaceful world collapsed around me.
John Reed my ignorant and ruthless cousin had entered the room and was calling for me. 'Jane's run away! Tell Mama!' he cried when he did not see me in the room. Then to my dismay his sister Eliza told John that I was behind the curtain. I opened the curtain so that he couldn't drag me out. He stood before me brainless and ugly, sneering at me.
I was only ten years old and John in his cruelty bullied me constantly and he got away with it because his mother, my Aunt Reed, (even though we are not related) thought he was a perfect gentleman who could do no wrong. I loathed and feared him with every fibre of my being.
'Stop sneaking around you little rat' he said as he hit me across the face. 'That was for being rude to mother.' He said. Then John asked me what I was doing. 'Reading.' I replied my cheek burning from where he had hit me. I gave him the book and he jeered at me 'you don't have the right to read our books, you are worse than a beggar mother says.' He told me to stand facing the door I obeyed and flinched as he threw the large book at me. It hit my head and I fell to the ground cutting my face on the frame of the door.
My fear was gone the rage I had kept bottled up for so long exploded and I screamed at him calling him a 'monster', a 'murderer' and ' a slave-driver'. He grabbed me by the hair and I struggled and clawed at his face with my hands as he wrestled me to the ground. He shouted 'Help! Help! Jane is attacking me.' The servants pulled us apart and Mrs Reed was standing over me an aura of malevolence surrounding her as she said 'Take her away and lock her in the Red Room. That will teach her a lesson.'
The Red Room. Not the Red Room. Please anything but the Red Room. A heavy cloak of dread and fear enveloped me as I thought about what horror might await me there. The Red Room was the biggest room in Gateshead Hall. It had red carpets and drapery as well as a dark mahogany four poster bed with red velvet curtains. It was always empty because nobody wanted to sleep there. Nine years ago in that very bed Mr Reed died and ever since people have said it was haunted.
Bessie and Abbott two of the servants had to drag me kicking and fighting all the way to the Red Room and forced me through the door. I only stopped struggling when they threatened to tie me to a chair. Bessie said in a kind voice that I should be grateful to Mrs Reed for taking me in. Grateful! I hate that wicked snake; I would rather live on the streets than here in her care. 'You'd better pray for forgiveness Miss.' Said Abbott as they left locking the door behind them.
Alone I thought about the events of earlier that day. Why was I treated so unfairly?! John Reed was allowed to be selfish and violent and I was punished for defending myself?!
It started to get dark; I had no candle and began to feel a chill in the air. Suddenly I saw two glowing eyes watching me from the other side of the room. I gave a shriek of fright as the eyes moved slowly towards me. I was filled with terror and bolted from my chair to the door. With my hands shaking violently, I turned the handle repeatedly trying to open the door. I banged on the door with my fists till they began to bleed, shouting for someone to let me out. Then I gave in, my legs collapsed from under me; I put my head on my knees and closed my eyes as my body continued to be wracked by aching sobs.