MONET, henri

HENRI JEAN MONET

male : twenty-eight : waiter : uninfected unregistered mutt

i live my life like there's no tomorrow
AND ALL I'VE GOT, I HAD TO STEAL

A piece of paper lays on a desk riddled with what appears to be bills as well as other pieces of paper. This seems different, however. It isn't written in one single color of ink, or even one particular kind of pen. It's edges are somewhat worn, and slightly yellowed, and it's creased as though its been folded up several times. Upon closer inspection, it's obvious that it wasn't meant to be found, or at least, not read until later on.


this is an account of the life of



My name is Henri Jean Monet. I'm the elder middle child of Aurore and Edmond Monet. I have an older sister, and two younger than me. My eldest sister is named Edmee, she was named after our father. My younger sisters are twins, Genevieve, and Lilian. Now that the absolutely boring part is out of the way, I can actually write the true account of my life thus far. Don't worry, the story is quite interesting, and I add parts to it every so often. I've actually re-written this beginning part at least five times since I was 20. Before that, I kept changing it. This all started out as a sort of personal diary/autobiography project back in school, ages ago. I've found it to be interesting, and kept up with it, though it's less daily boring things, and more of the interesting portions of my life's story. So here we go, the first part of my life's account.

Written in a green ink pen. So. Where to start? The beginning's probably the best place. Anyway. Nothing all that interesting has happened up until recently. I don't really remember much of it, but Edmee and I had to watch the twins, and make sure they didn't go out into the living room. Not while dad was like that. Mom told us that he left because he loved us too much. I don't believe it one bit. I heard her crying, and knew someone had to do something, so I went to hug her. Mom and Dad's room was a wreck. The drawers from their dresser were all on the floor, Dad's clothes were all gone. All but his good suit. The suit was hanging on the back of the bedroom door, and Mom just sat here crying. I can only really remember going over and hugging her. The rest of it kind of faded.

Switched over to a blue pen, the handwriting has changed somewhat. I just met the coolest girl ever, her name's Odette, and she's probably the coolest girl at school. She's pretty and all the other guys seem to want to hang out with her. She's Genny and Lili's age, they're in the same class together. Genny keeps trying to ask me why I stare at her. The twins haven't started dating yet, thank God. I don't think I could deal with that. Mom's been working nights at the Hospital, and has picked up extra shifts to keep us clothed and fed. Edmee works after school, and I do too. Mom's always calling me the man of the house, since Dad left. I still think he'll come back though. I have to keep a straight face for my sisters though. He'll come back, I just know it. He loved loves us. He'll come back.

It's been a while since I wrote on this. Lets see, since meeting Odette, a year ago, we started going out. Genny and Lili are still holding it over my head that their brother's dating their friend. Needless to say, the making out stays in my bedroom, when she comes over to hang out. I really like Odette. She's an amazing friend. It's weird though, I mean, she never seems to want to hang out with me some nights.. She says she has a 'family meeting' to go to, usually.

The handwriting changes again, as well as the ink's color, changing to black. Holy crap. So. A lot has changed. Odette and I have been together for... lets see 6 years now. It doesn't seem like its been that long, but I did it. I went and asked her to marry me. She actually said yes too. I still can't believe it has happened, and that she actually said yes. I don't have the best job right now, but I'm going to school still, but that doesn't matter. None of that matters. Odette agreed to be my wife. I'm getting married.

This time the handwriting seems hastily written. Another big part of my life right here. Werewolves are real. Odette told me what she was last night. I still... I couldn't believe it, not until she stripped down in front of me, and shifted right then and there. I still... I don't know what to think. But apparently there are all sorts of traditions, and well, her parents frown down on me because I'm human. From what I've heard, it's not a bad thing to be a loup-garou. Apparently the few bitten ones (they used to be human, but were bitten under the full moon) in her pack, have nothing bad to say about it. Though, one of them told me that it was really painful to shift, at least at first he said. I can believe that, no problem. I still.. I can't believe that there are real live werewolves out there.

The color of the ink changes to red. I did it. I decided to do it for Odette, for her parents and her pack. They all seem to like me somewhat better. It only happened... 4 nights ago, so I have a good few more days left until it's supposed to all set in. Odette seemed excited that we'll be able to spend time together all the time. She's looking forward to the next full moon. She wants to go out for a run. I'll admit it, I'm more than a little nervous. Mainly because I have to strip down naked around a bunch of people I barely know. I don't see how they can do it. They have accepted me into the pack, however.

The pen changes yet again, this time to a gel pen and is a sort of silvery-black color. We've been planning the wedding, which is why I'm using this pen instead of something, non-girly. Ahh well. You grow up in a house filled with women, you get used to girly things. I don't even know how many times i've gone out to buy tampons, too. And I digress. Anyway. Being a Loup-Garou is completely... amazing. I'm learning new things about myself, daily. I've learned my limit for how much I can lift, pull, etc. The wedding, back to the wedding. Odette wants to get married in the Fall. I'm all for it, but I'm just hoping I'll have enough time in order to actually find Dad, and get him an invitation.

I found him. Not at all what I remember. Edmond Monet is nothing like he used to be. He's also in a convalescent home. 53 years old, and in a damned facility. By the way, those places reek. Mom has no idea that I invited him, but it's honestly not looking like he'll be able to go to the wedding anyway. Turns out that he has some type of cancer, and there was no where else for him to go. He couldn't take care of himself, so he ended up there, alone and dying. As much as I knew it would possibly be a bad idea, I spent the day there with him, skipping work. I kept going there twice a week until he died. He was a small portion, shriveled up and nothing like the massive man I remember from the night he left us. I know I should have been mad. He hurt Mom, Edmee, and the twins. He hurt me, but that didn't matter.

The writing changes slightly, and looks less like it has in the past. Appears to be more emotionally written. She's gone. Odette left me. Not at the altar, thankfully. She still left me. We had a conversation at least. I wasn't so unlucky for her to pack up and just leave in the middle of the night or something. No, she claimed that she wanted to try to date other people. She said that she knew she wanted to be with me. She loves me, she wants to be with me. She just wants to have more 'life experiences.' She wants to live her life, she says. I don't even know what to think.

The color changes to black, and the handwriting looks slightly more normal than the last bit written. I haven't written anything in here in quite a while. Not a whole lot has happened. My Mom died last spring. She had lung cancer. The girls had no idea that Mom smoked at all, I could smell it on her every time I saw her after I was bitten. I couldn't say anything to her, she didn't even know that Dad had died, or that I had even seen him. Oh, Edmee got married, to one of her students (she teaches adult classes for English). I walked her down the aisle and everything. It was definitely an interesting experience, considering I should have seen this a year ago, with Odette. Odette keeps in touch with Edmee, and apparently she asks about me in her letters. She's sent me a few, and I've replied as cordially as possible. I'm not about to overstep my boundaries as her ex-fiance.

I saw a clipping in the paper. Odette's engaged again. I'm fine with it. Really, I am. I'm happy for her. I hope she is happier with him than she would have been with me. That's all I really want for her.

Another pen, another color. Not a whole lot has happened. I got a Christmas card from Odette and her husband, as well as one from her parents. At least I'm still in their thoughts. Things could be far worse off. I'm working at Crémerie-Restaurant Polidor now. Nothing terribly exciting, I wait on tables, I do love it there however. It's so laid back and relaxed.

The rest of the paper is blank, leaving plenty of space for other entries later on in his life.

LEAST I DON'T NEED TO BEG OR BORROW
yeah, i'm livin' at a pace that kills

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