1st Degree: Jensen and the Ghost of Jourdan – Chapter One

I guess I have to put this here: WARNING! This story contains strong language and violence.

Note from the author: This chapter was longer, I wanted to have at least 90% of the characters show on this chapter, but I had to cut it short for other reasons. I will try to get the rest of it up soon.
If you are confused by the strange style of story telling read this GUIDE first.
Thanks for reading guys. ๐Ÿ˜‰


There is a place where I only exist in the infinite space of the blue.




I’m captive in the invisible current that from it’s eye is born, and float pathless in eternity.





Escaping is impossible.


Some times the current is my friend, and pushes me upward; the idea enters my mind, and I’m thrilled.



But, the world outside is alien to me.


I collapse, and fall;


I fall timelessly in the abyss.


In that place where I only exist in the infinite space of the blue.



My Reality





“That stupid dream again.”


“What the fuck does it means?”


“Ugh. Never mind.”


“I need to get laid. That’s what.”



“My life sucks.”


“Holy shit! That’s the time?”


This has been my life ever since I moved to this forsaken place.


I have no parents.


They died in a car accident two years ago.


That’s when I was sent to live here with my mother’s younger sister and her son, Tommy.



My aunt. Only she is not my real aunt.


“Wake up prince. Time for school.”


“Five more minutes Jensen.”


“No. Wake up! NOW!”


“This is some kind of abuse.”


“Hurry up and come downstairs.”

My parent’s weren’t my real parents either.


“I’ll stay all day with you…”


“Oh Charles. That’s sweet of you, but I have to open the shop. Besides, you know the deal.”

“Just the night. I know.”



“What’s for breakfast? Eggs again? Boring!”


I thought it would be just another foster home. You never know what you’ll get so why hold any expectations?


“Your flowers are so beautiful. They’re thriving!”

“Thank you.”


“Are these wild orchids?”


I was just going to be here until I reach adulthood -which will be in a year- you know… kill time before I’m thrown into the wild.

“I raise them myself.”


“Hurry up Tommy, go brush your teeth. We’ll be late for school!”



“Remember I have to go to the dentist today.”


“I don’t want to go. Can we skip it and tell mom they were closed?”


“Are you afraid Prince?”


“It’s not funny. Julian had a swollen cheek for two days when he went there. Do they really have construction tools? Like a hammer looking thing…”


“More like destruction tools…”


“I hope my husband loves these orchids just as much as he loves looking at the lace in your bedroom curtains.”


“My bedroom curtains is not what he stares at all night. I can assure you of that.

“Excuse me. I have to see my son off to school.”



“Jensen get back here!”



“I’m sorry Jensen. I think I might have left the toilet seat up.”


“Don’t be upset at mom. It’s all my fault.”


“Don’t worry kiddo. Go on to school.”


“I’ll hold the bus for you. I’ll make them wait.”

55“Thanks, but don’t do that.”

56“But you will miss the bus. Again.”


“I’ll walk fast. Don’t you worry. Pick you at 4? Dentist!”

I guess it’s like that; like when you go to the dentist for the first time.


“Yes? Aunt.”

“Follow me.”

You’re waiting in the lobby before you face the inevitable, and you know what will happen -others have told you- but still, you’re afraid. So you pick up a magazine but you aren’t really reading it, you’re just browsing through it. Making the awkward moment pass, because you really don’t belong there, sitting in the lobby, surrounded by strangers that feel compelled to be your friend for that moment.


They tell you their stories, but is all very alien to you; until it isn’t. It becomes a part of your life.



“If there is anything I did wrong. I apologize in advance. It won’t happen again. Now if that’s all…”


“Cut the crap.

“I know you hate my guts. I guess it’s only fair since I can’t stand the sight of you.”


“What do you want then?”


“You’re getting a part-time as of today.”


“But I already help at the shop. Do the house chores. When will I do my school work?”


“I’m sure you’ll find time for that.”


“Isn’t there enough clients? At night?”



“I don’t have to explain my reasons to you. But, in this case it’s something you need to know.

“Julian is coming to live with us tomorrow. The auditions haven’t gone well. He needs support. Anyway, this also means your house chores doubles.”


“Have you ever thought to be grateful I don’t call the cops on you for child abuse?”


“That should be enough payment for me staying here.”


“Have you ever thought I don’t have to have you here? I don’t have to care for a child that isn’t my own.


“But it’s the least I can do for my sister. Still, I’m not raising a stranger for free; this isn’t a Goddamn foster home.”


“You start work today. I told my friend you’ll help her at the book store. She paid in advance. Understand?”


And the person talking to you is not a stranger anymore; he is the good husband with a guilty conscience; he is the proud grandpa, he is the reliable son.


Even the furniture starts to look familiar;


“I understand!”


the creases on the windowsill, that seemed to have been there for ages;


the hideous wallpaper with the flowers, or keys, or wholes -I don’t really know anymore, but it now looks comforting just for that moment;


a distraction from your grim reality, because you know what will happen when your turn comes, but you have never experienced it before, and you are afraid.


So you pick up that magazine again, and hope that it would take your mind off of what you’re really feeling;


“Ahh. It stopped raining.”

Screenshot-198the feeling of awareness;

Screenshot-199you’re a stranger to yourself,

Screenshot-200for you cannot recognize who you truly are.


It’s a scary feeling.


The feeling of not belonging, but only existing in that moment.


24 thoughts on “1st Degree: Jensen and the Ghost of Jourdan – Chapter One

    • It is a remake. I decided to do a remake if I was going to post this story because the original lacks a few things. All the feelings I wanted to convey with Jensen I didn’t really get deep enough with them before, and I just kinda went along as I posted chapters, but now that I have something to go by I can elaborate and broaden the story. Also there will be more sub-plots where in the original there was basically none… thanks for reading Nay. I didn’t think you would be interested as you already know the deal hahaha.


      • Remakes could be good, sometimes better. Even if I was already familiar with doesn’t mean I wouldn’t want to re-read it. I re-read the same stories over and over a lot.


  1. I LOVE this. I was pulled in right away, such a fantastic intro!

    ‘Youโ€™re waiting in the lobby before you face the inevitable, and you know what will happen -others have told you- but still, youโ€™re afraid. So you pick up a magazine but you arenโ€™t really reading it, youโ€™re just browsing through it. Making the awkward moment pass, because you really donโ€™t belong there, sitting in the lobby, surrounded by strangers that feel compelled to be your friend for that moment.’ <– I thought that was a really brilliant metaphor. Your writing is so clever! โค

    Also, that house is totally gorgeous. I want to live in it.


    • Thank you janee โค
      I want to live in it too. I guess we can always dream lol.
      I just hate the dentist… who doesn't? But even with other doctors, whenever I visit, I know I will hear some story about someone's life but that is all just very irrelevant to what's really happening… me, waiting to be either terrorized by the dentist or terrorized by the gynecologist. LOL.
      Thank you for reading, and commenting.


  2. It’s a beautiful opening chapter, as we are drawn into Jensen’s flow of consciousness. What he calls a “stupid dream” could be a nightmare to others, and we seem not to hop off it in this chapter. There is no clear border between what is being said and by who, and what is being lived or imagined and Jensen’s comments to all that. Very rich.

    I love your pictures! You put so much care in the scenery, to the smallest details, it’s a pleasure to get lost in each picture. The ambient tells a lot about the characters — and also about the writer, I would say. Among all, I love best the one with two pairs of shoes, hinting the presence of the aunt and her son in the house.

    I want to learn more about Jensen, and his aunt is a great character, too.

    I also saw some coincidences between our protagonists, beyond their white hair and that constant feel that they are strangers to everything.


    • Hi Andante Zen! And a Merry Christmas to you.
      Thank you for your extensive thoughts on this chapters. What I want to create is a story that is mainly told by pictures. I don’t have descriptive narrative, just the thoughts of the characters on what is happening. For the first three chapters I have them talking more about how their lives are because of their past without giving too much information that will spoiled the plot.
      Jensen is a very tormented kid, although he does try to be positive in a small way. I love him. I think he is one of my best characters although he is not fully understood just yet and that’s okay.
      I’m not an orphan, and have never met a person that is or was. I don’t know how they really feel about their unknown families and world around them, but I think most of us have that alien feeling of not belonging to the world at one point or the other. Because we are conscious of our selves existing, but we cannot really be inside anyone else mind. So, how do we detached ourselves from the feeling of being special? How do we live accepting “I am not the protagonist. I’m not any different from others.”?
      Although Jensen has suffer things that most people would not commonly suffer, he is not the only one to feel that way. Although this story is about him, is not really all about him. That’s what I want him to understand eventually.
      Patricia (Jensen’s aunt) is a mess. I do feel bad for her, because she just wants be loved by someone. She portrays the kind of woman that has fallen victim to the world’s expectations, and making all the wrong choices has led her to fail to deliver what she thinks people expect of her.

      I’m glad you are interested on the story as I cherish this story very much.

      And yes! Now that you mention it, our protagonists are very similar in that aspect. ๐Ÿ™‚


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