Episode: 1 How it all Started.

The extremely peculiar case.

Everyone knows that to have a good story you need a place to begin and to finish so let us start with that, to start off this story of mine, I would have to go far back into my childhood. These are where the memories that are the most gruesome and horrid things that ever happened to me had to be locked far away in my mind where they would never be found again just so I could keep my sanity in check,

We all have memories that needed to be locked away for a variety of reasons, some may even not know that are such memories lying in they mind stuck there until a trigger moment happens and releases that lost memory, but anyway let’s began now that we have a place to start, so I bet your wondering “if the memories are locked in your mind are too be lost forever than how can you get them out or even know about them?” well dear reader that is a good point, but I can answer it by going like this once you unlock one memory the rest should come along soon after.

So, to pick a place to start to unwind this big string of yarn is to start off from the beginning beginning so when I was first born, let’s get into it and hang on tight this will be a long, wild and extremely peculiar case.

I was born in 1601, this was around the time where Captain Bartholomew Gosnold was the first Englishman to land on the New England coast, exploring and naming Cape Cod and Martha's Vineyard. Now although being born in a time where people lived in farms that were made out of wood would be okay for you because it would be like a warm cozy cabin in the winter every day, but to me and my family of 8 it was not so cozy, but actually really hard to live in, not only did we have the worry about the winter coming to kill all of our crop but we also had to worry about the winter killing us by hypothermia. And mind you it wasn’t a very big cabin at all. So, imagine how uncomfortable it would be to have to sleep in one room with five siblings, anyway like I said I was born in the 1600s into a family of 8 living in a cabin trying to survive every day, I will admit growing up there wasn’t only awful I mean it was all I knew nothing else, and people were really set in there way so what could I do, but let’s fast-forward to when I’m 16 years old and about to lose everything I ever loved. I was out running errands for my mother and father and I remember it took about 17 minutes by carriage but I was on foot so it took even longer I would believe around 48 minutes at least, I got what my mother asked of me though I forgot what item it was, but anyway I got back to the house after a while and I was exhausted and just wanted to go to bed. That when I saw it the house on fire and none of my family out of it, I guess that’s why living in a house made out of wood isn’t very comfortable or safe. Going back now makes me want to cry although these are the side-affects of unlocking those lost memories it’s your brain trying to just protect you. Good thing I never needed protection so let’s proceed, over the past few weeks the big “Mason house fire” news died down and soon it became as though it never happened. I was crushed, every day I cried knowing they weren’t coming back and that I was now alone, while they were working on contacting my dad’s side of the family to see if they could come and get me to take me to their home I stayed in an orphanage, that is until my mom’s sister called the orphanage and asked about her taking me in, I guess the news spread all the way over to California and at the richest part too, I will say I was impressed at how much money they made, well I mean if you call making $11 dollars a week and $572 a year as a good amount of money then yes they made a really good amount of money.

Although I had never met them or even heard about them I was just happy about getting out of that hell they called an orphanage, I won’t get into it as I know many of you would like me too but all you need to know is, some lost memories should stay lost, for good, but off I was to a new place only a mere few days after my whole families death and I was already going to meet other people I didn’t even know on a whole other place I’ve never heard off before, this certainly was an extremely peculiar case, and it was only the start of my story.

Now I must have totally forgot to specify that I lived in Waterwidow, so I was going to have to go by horse drawn carriage, which took 20 days before I got there, needless to say I was not exactly happy when I got to my aunt’s place, when I got to the massive home, I meet my new family, I was first greeted by my cousins, and uncles and grandparents, but then, oh then, it came to the women of this massive home. My aunt, but as she told me to call her Miss Peacock, I was then given a tour of there “great house” literally the name, but it defiantly lived up its name.

I was introduced to all of my new family members and they all seemed really, well how do I put this, normal, like if someone asked me to define what normal was, they would be my first pick, so right after that realisation I felt extremely out of place there, and they made it known that I wasn’t one of them and never would be. Any mistake I made it was chalked up to because I had my dad’s poor genes and mom’s dumb mind, it upset me every time, but if I said anything about it then they would remind me that I was lucky to be living here, and that they could have left me an orphan, and if I liked they would drop back over there, well personal that didn’t seem like much a choice so I sat quietly for 9 years listening to their horribly lies about my parents who always only wanted the best for me and my brothers and sisters, and there they were just saying all these evil things about them, I use to often wonder why they even wanted to adopt me if they hated my mom and dad so much.

I mean why not just leave there to suffer, I soon found out why they wanted me, the morning was like any started off with my aunt yelling at me to get up and then in the same breath loving telling my cousins “Get up my sweet angels” then as she was leaving the room giving me the same disgusted look I have always received, not even trying to hide it now.

I would then get ready for dinner putting on my corset and bottom skirt then tying my strings, then helping my cousins put on there corsets and bottom skirts, then going down stairs to eat my food, and then go out to the front to play with my younger cousins, then go back inside deal with all the sarcastic remarks like “oh my dear Jasmine, its okay if you don’t understand how to fix a whole carriage you never broke in the first place, I mean believe me no one expects you to be that bright”, I was tired of it, but it was nothing like that two days later, I mean other than the rude awaking it was different, I got ready as usual, but when I got down stairs my aunt asked me to instead go to the study room and wait there for Francis who was the eldest of all the bothers, and one of my male cousins who I barely talked to but I followed her instructions anyway,

When I got to the big blue and white study room with book shelfs so tall, they touched the heavens, I sat down on one of the unnecessarily huge blood red chairs and waited there for what felt like 10 years, then the door finally opened and Miss Peacock, Mr Peacock and Francis came in and told me that they had very exciting news to tell the both of us,

We all waited in silence for a moment, just sitting there, waiting for what she was going to say next, and with a big smirk Miss Peacock who I know hated me the most looked me in eyes and said, “you two will be betrothed to each other in three weeks”, my jaw dropped and I immediately looked at my cousin to see his reaction,

He looked just as shocked, I shouted “but he is my cousin who is 16 years older than me, I don’t want to marry him” Miss Peacock looked at me with a frown, and said I had no choice, either this or I would be homeless and have to fend for myself, I didn’t know what else to do, I mean what could I do, so I accepted, and with tears in my eyes went back to my room only a couple week before the biggest day of my life, that would last the rest of my life.

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