Where Everything Ends and Everything Begins

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In 1775 small pox had taken a massive toll in New England - the news spread like wild fire as people wondered how far it would come and how many people would die from it.

"Do you think the pox will come to the town?" a man next to me spoke to another woman across the table.

" I hope not - i know someone that went to take a voyage to New England and they said it was the worst thing they ever saw." she whispered.

I dont think they realized just how loud their 'whispers' were actually very loud against the calming sounds of passing cars and or dishes lowering onto the table surfaces. 

During the harsh winter months in 1776 was when I first ran into Addie. At the time she was only sixteen years old and her hair was braided in a short style of pig tails loosely surrounding her shoulders. I remember that day as if It was the day had just happened. She wore a loose styled dress in brown and white with a baby blue neck bow that dazzled around her chest. The dress was form fitted to her slender frame and my eight-teen year old body ached to touch her. Granted we had only spoke a few times during our class courses and or passing in the streets. But those few minutes were bliss to me. Also in the same year the Declaration of Independence was signed and news spread everywhere - not one person was found NOT talking about it. I relished though in the confines of my study room and when I returned back to my home in the outskirts of Puy-de-Dome. 

" you have to come home - your sister is dying.." I read the words so many times that night from the piece of paper from my brother. I could tell he wasn't fooling around this time and it was completely serious. My brother had his jokes here and there but the hand writing this time made the chills swallow his skin whole. This time something serious happened and he couldn't just brush it off or laugh. Grabbing all his books and clothing scattered across his bed , he made his way to the dorms entrance as Addie had nearly ran into him coming in. 

"Ah im sorry!" her beautiful voice rang out clear as the evening sun. 

"Its o-okay!" he couldn't believe that he actually touched her, let alone ran into her. 

"Is - is everything alright?" she asked and she could see the worry itching across his features then.

"My sis...sister is dying - I have to go..." he said to her. Knowing that probably perhaps this was the last time his eyes would ever get to see her again. 

She dropped her books aside to give him a hug before smiling to him sweetly. She said her goodbye and spoke that she'd let the lecture teacher know about it in the morning class. Nodding He went and fled to the nearest station and made his long journey back home. When he arrived his twelve year old sister was lain shaken in the family room of their main house. His mother off at one of their other estates while Ghislain took care of her. 

"AH~ there you are! " he frantically stood and paced back and forth before flapping his arms to gesture him closer. 

"What is going on?" he asked. eyes flooded over her sweating body under the blankets.

"The stable manager found her in the fields past out.. He found a snake a few feet from her and killed it. We think she got bit.." he told him as the horror struck. 

They were miles away from the next town that had a doctor that even knew about snake medicines. Grabbing her hand he sat down beside his pacing brother and his sickly sister. "how long.......Ghislain, Ho--" his voice trailed off as his brother now stood near the door trembling in tears. 

No...No not only did they loose their older brother to the war but now they were loosing their younger sister. All they would hold left dear in this world were themselves and their mother who by the days was growing feeble and weak. She couldn't take much more of any loss in the family. And the coming of the new year their sister had done her best and ended up never waking from the traumatic event.   It was then decided on the eve of 1777 that she past away by suffocation by Ghislain under the word of our mother. Distraught and lost having only her two sons - their mother locked herself away in their eastern villa by the lake side. 

By the winter of the year 1777 Ghislain and Devereaux  ordered that any and all snakes on or around their villa's be killed and burned for the sake of not loosing another family member. But perhaps it was a curse on the family from the start as their mother started to speak of how in the long run the family would end up doomed to die anyway. In the year of 1778 during the Battle of Ushant two of our cousins had died during the voyage across the sea while our uncle housed his daughters and locked them away - stating that we wasn't going to allow his family to fall to more ruin. 

Fearing that their family was doomed, or either rejecting them all completely - the family dispersed from their villas while others took their own lives or had something horrible happened to them. Ghishlain aiming to a peas his mothers dying wished stayed glued to their main villa until her dying day. 

"How could you?" he asked his brother. " How could you sell the very land our father cherished with his entire life!?" my arms aimed to smack my older brother. 

"You don't understand Devereaux ! I'm doing this for the sake of our family - what is left of it!" he declared loudly over the pouring sounds of whisky hitting the bottom of his glass. 

"And you're just going to give it all up!? All because of some stupid ass curse?" i retorted back attempting to steal away the glass and its contents - He hated when he was drinking. 

"You will never understand Devereaux  ! Never will you! This family was doomed , father never told you, but no one in our family ever lived long enough! Mother was the last and look what happened to her! She went insane!" he smacked a hand at Devereaux  as he stepped aside. 

He had just turned 22 and the summer was hot and blew the humidity right into the open windows. Ghishlain ended up punching him so hard that it knocked him off of his feet and into the table behind him. Breaking what glass ware was settled atop the fine wood. His brother had abandoned him - had abandoned the family he only had left. Storming from the villa he grabbed one of the steeds and coasted himself away from their estate. He could hear his brother swearing and screaming his name as he fled off the property - but he was to angry to care. He pushed and pushed on the horse making him race against the dirt pathway that led to the town about seven miles from their villa. He wanted a drink - he wanted to end his sorrows - he wanted to dilute the issues at hand with his brother. He couldn't understand it why throw everything you had left away?!

once he arrived at the tavern he drank away for hours. His misery seemed to spit out of him the more and more he drank. It was nearly the new morning hours when he crawled himself out of the tavern and found himself his steed once more. Climbing on the back and ushering him to hurry up, the horse galloped into the morning hours in a frenzy. As they reached off the cobble stone roads and into the open fields his vision blurred and his voice a stir he found himself flopping over the side and nearly breaking his neck at the fall off his horse. The steed in a panic carried him by his foot for half a mile before the bruised - hurt and broken legged man was lain to rest near the foothills near a sparse opening of trees. 

"fuck..." uttered his voice through the pain and soon the man had blacked out just as the mist started to collect and roll into the foothill. Memories of his childhood - of his father - his brothers and his dying sister collected into his head as he groaned in his sleep.