JANE THE STATUE

“How are you Jane? Is everything okay?” It was my daily question as I pass her by the street after school.

But she never answer, she sat still staring at nothing but a wall across the street. Her face looked so pale. In fact her whole body looked pale. I know she might be having a problem but couldn’t she just answer my questions. Or at least gaze me for a moment.

The first time I met her was last month. I asked her name and didn’t answer. So I decided to name her Jane. She has a long straight hair. The color of her cloth was never different from the color of her skin. Faded grey with spotted holes in some part. Jane was born in the 70’s. It’s written right beneath her shoes. 2 February 1973

Everyday after school I go and meet her. I gave some greetings and as usual with not a single word of reply from her. I tried to compensate with her bizarre attitude but as the days goes I forced her to answer me. It didn’t work, she’s so stub burn. I told her that people would think that she is some kind of statue if she wouldn’t speak a word. Again not even a single response from her.

             

“Jane, are you stressed or something? You know I can help you if you want. You can share your problems with me” I asked

She stayed still. I wiped some part of her body which was covered by leafs. I couldn’t get her. She doesn’t even react to the falling leafs. She hasn’t move a single organ since the first time I met her. Jane only sat, motionless by the street. The wall across the street was still the only object she sees.

“Do you have anything to do with that wall over there Jane? Did it hurt you? Or did you miss it?” I asked her again

I waited for a while and still not a single word from her mouth. I gave up and from that moment on I decided to leave her. She might’ve hated my existence. Every evening after school I only pass her. Never did I greet nor speak to her. “Jane the statue”, May I call you by that name?