The blue god
Chapter 2
Another life is taken, another collected…
I run round, from when the sun rises over the hills in the distance, to when it sets on the horizon.
I live in a house; I suppose it's quite big, it always stays tidy, no matter how many pieces of chess I leave out.
Tomorrow morning, the book my grandmother read to me, will be tidied away. My room will smell of lavender and there might be some damson jam on top of my little fireplace. Not that my grand mother goes very far away from here, she certainly would not go out before or after the sun is in the sky.
Sometimes, I see dirty dishes in the sink, I don't ask questions, because that would be intruding on my grandmother's privacy. I just clean them, and leave them to dry; I'll put them away later.
My grandmother will cook breakfast, while I write, she wants my handwriting perfect, and I don't go to school.
Her name is Elsa Maybelle Masen; I think that it's a beautiful name; my name in comparison is nothing. Edward Anthony Masen.
My mother Elizabeth wanted to keep the family 'E'. I love and miss her lots; I like to believe it's my mother who puts the lavender on my fire.
We used to collect Lavender, when we had guests, and we would through it on the fire, we would also collect damson, and she would make jam from it.
When I awoke this morning, it was just getting light; I was cold, because my fire had not been lit.
There was a small rainbow above my head, because I'd frozen some rain droplets, by leaving them in the basement. The sunlight streamed into my little circular room, casting shadows on my small door, Elsa had to get on her hands and knee's to get into my room.
This morning, the sun seemed, stronger, braver, and better in quality. I made my way down the cool stone steps, they lead straight into the open plan dinning room, where grandmother Elsa had read to me last night, just as I'd suspected, the book was no where to be seen, however, what was to been seen was to keep me open minded forever.
The statues from the garden, they where tiding, playing with the old skipping rope, eating, some where looking warily out at the sun. I kept walking at the pace I had before, I ran towards the safety, of the concealed under stairs cupboard.
Before I could make it there, I noticed someone standing before the fire, holding Lavender?
They where throwing it onto the fire, making the room infused with it's scent; I scanned the room quickly, before I ran.
Damson jam was in jars on the table, the room was spotless, and the lady holding the lavender, through the rest on the fire. She made her way toward the table where the damson jam was. She looked incredibly like my mother, except more beautiful.
She looked like an angel, her tear stained face was pulled into a frown, sending wrinkled over it's beauty, her long mahogany coloured hair, was in waves and curled at the end, framing her face, and rolling down her shoulders.
As luck would have it, no one, or statue saw me walk the short amount of space towards the cupboard, no on heard me, open it's door, and close it. No one heard me whimpering, and mumbling out what I'd seen to make sense of it.
Only grandmother Elsa heard me, a good half an hour later.
She found me, curled up, still whimpering, tears streaming down my face, leaving marks.
"Oh, Edward, I thought that you'd run away. Are you alright?" she looked so worried, so stressed, that I had to calm myself down.
"Grandmother, why was mother her? Why where the children from the entrance to the woods playing with the old skipping rope? I've noticed grandmother that the very same children are in a painting above your bed. What is going on grandmother Elsa?"
"I need to tell you what's going on don't I?" she asked, well, I suppose it was more of a statement, she pulled me out of the cupboard, and carried me to the dinning room, and sat me on her lap.
"I would prefer it that way grandmother," I answered in the silence, the damson jam sat innocently on the dinning room table.
"For Christ's sake Edward, call me Elsa, and only Elsa," she snapped, I flinched away from her. "Sorry, Edward, I was just so worried, that you'd been taken"
"Taken by who Elsa?" I asked carefully, making sure my tongue did not make the same mistake twice.
Tears all the while fell silently down our cheeks, sometimes in her story, grandmother Elsa blubbered, and I had to ask her to speak up, at some points of her story.
It was like she was re-telling herself a story that had been repeated to her a thousand times. Her voice was monotone, when it came to what she thought.
I sit and listened, quietly, just until here tale had been explained, in everyway, her smile was a wary one.
She had not told me everything. I think she wanted me to accept the small amount that she had told me.
"So grandmother Elsa, if I stay away from the blue statue, I should be safe in the day, however, in the night, I should keep a fire burning. My mother, she tried to leave, Peter got her?"
"How did you know his name, Edward, I did not mention him in my re-telling the truth"
"You mumble the name often, then you shake your head, and say 'Philip Masen" over and over, as if your trying to convince someone. I think your trying to convince yourself grandmother"
"Your more observant than I thought, little Edward" she scuffed up my hair with her white gloved hand. I held onto her, and she froze, and then held onto me. I was scared, about her ex-lover.
He had to be told, he had to be able to move on.
"Grandmother" she mumbled to herself, then she laughed, it's softness, not scaring me. It bounced off the walls, returning to her.
It made her laugh more, "come Edward, lets eat," she said, her joy ness laugh still bouncing with eternity, of youth.
Instead of making me do homework, she lead me into the kitchen, she pretended to be shocked.
"They didn't do the dishes" she said, her gloved hand up to her mouth, then she laughed, her other hand was held in mine.
"They never do the dishes"
"Oh, but when I come down…"
"I do the dishes Elsa" I watched as the wrinkles slowly disappeared, and this young girl stood in front of me, her beauty radiated off of her.
"Why, how do you do, young sir" she said, she looked down at our hands, and quickly removed hers.
"I am very well, young miss, your name is Elsa right?" the girl nodded.
"What am I doing in this retched castle, I'm mean to be meeting peter"
She ran off, out into the garden, and stood in front of the blue statue, she giggled, and touched his nose.
He growled, and she laughed more, and then he looked her dead in the eye, she gazed back.
I looked away, when I looked back, right next to the door, was a young beautiful girl, however, if you looked closely, you could see wrinkles.
I quickly, stopped looking at the statue, and got to work making dough.
I found an old dusty book; I opened it, and found recipes. Hundreds of recipes, I quickly got to work, making myself breakfast.
I live off the garden plants, Elsa, Elizabeth and everyone else helps me.
We grow enough for everyone; in my family no one goes hungry…
4 years later….
My name is Edward Anthony Masen, I live in a big house, I am but 9 years of age, but I have a roof over my head, and have food in my mouth.
I bring money into the house as well, as a sweeper, I was once stuck in my own chimney, I had to wait till well after the sun set, for any assistance.
I am home educated. When my grandmother was turned to stone, I went through all the education books.
I went through all the clothes my family owns, I leave food, water, and clothes out for my stone family.
They where grateful, some had been wearing the same clothes for a centaury; I normally leave the facilities for a bath, or shower open.
Again, my family was grateful.
At night, I am kept away from Peter; I play with the children at the entrance to the woods.
I new it would be only a few more years until I was wanted in their collection, no one knew I even existed, not until I went to the town Centre, told people of my education, my abilities.
I volunteered to teach at the church on a Saturday, whilst parents are working, they do not want their children running in and out of the house, and in-between their legs, interrupting and disturbing them.
I have to keep doing things to keep my fear away. I have to reassure my grandmother, that she was not at blame.
She kept Peter busy, eating most of our food. He had not eaten since he was changed.
My grandmother and Peter, new how to get out of their eternal life, they wouldn't tell us all of it they only said "You wont die, you will be beautiful, but you will be damned. We will not have that"
And that is all I know… eternal life, beauty but eternally damned to Hell.
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