Freedom Of Thought.

Cold Or Sad?

Every man has his secret sorrows which the
world knows not; and often times we call
a man cold when he is only sad.
Don’t believe me? Listen to this.
There once was this young man who had
the privillege of walking the face of the
earth. For the sake of this story, let’s
call him Jack.
Jack was considered to be the meanest
kid in town and every other person would
stay away from him. This led him to lead a
solitary life that revolved just around him.
He broke girls’ hearts so much it almost
seemed like a hobby, he derived fun from
suffering (it was unkown whether it was his
or other’s suffering that brought him such
dark joy). The boy was everything God
took to create. Don’t get me wrong, he
was handsome, smart, witty and probably
even charming to the eye. There was just
something about him that got people
going. If and when you were fortunate to
catch a glimpse of him, he was all you’d
want to see. Often times people only got
to do just that – see. He was very
reserved, quite the opposite of what
someone his type would do. Before people
got to hear him say a word, the stories
about him would get to them. It was said
he was not one to be around. He was
related to petty crimes, marijuana
smoking, drunken bouts, mistreating the
female kind and all sorts of other things.
Uncanny he was; but in my opinion, there
just was nobody to hear him out, to give
him a chance. He had an intriguing
personality, the kind you could not get
enough of once you got, trust me – I met
the guy. Thing is, you never really got to
that point. There was always that beastly
vibe emanating from him that would ward
everyone off, his own family included. He
ran away from home in his early teens,
went and got entangled with the wrong
crowd, became a typical bad boy and just
went from bad to worse. He became a
known criminal and was quite sought after
by the authorities. His inner genius is what
kept him going despite all this. He managed
to mastermind some of the biggest heists
in his village and yet play so innocent. One
day as Jack was sitting on his porch he
saw a pretty woman, considerably older
than him but he wanted her anyway. And
he was used to getting what he wanted.
He called for her and had her come to his
house where he would have the chance to
meet her. She had no idea who he was as
she was new in town. “Hello my lady, my
name is Jack – Jack Woodside. I saw you
passing by and just couldn’t resist your
beauty: those dazzling brown eyes, long
curly hair and a figure that would make
the devil call out in the Lord’s name. It
was all simply breathtaking!” (She stood
there in awe wondering what had just hit
her as Jack paused to take a look at her
as if to examine her.) “Where are my
manners?” asked Jack. “How could I
forget to ask such a pretty lady for her
name? It’s almost likened to reading a
book with no words!” “I – I’m Caitline,
Caitline Adams, nice to meet you,” she said.
Gasping for air as if she had lost control
of her breathing. “Oh no, the pleasure is
all mine!” He said smiling. Little did he know,
him and her was never going to happen.
Days became weeks which in turn became
months. And in all this while he had seen
very little of her. Till one day he asked
her out to dinner and his attempt was
futile. For a man who always got his way,
this did not sit well with him. Well, after
some time she warmed up to him and they
started going out. They became the talk
of the town so to speak. That was a first
of many times they came up in different
conversations. They, and especially he, had
happiness. But this was short lived as he one
day found out she was cheating on him.
She even was three months in with child. He
wondered if all his life was a lie. This had
happened to hime time and time again but
this did not make it any easier if not much
worse. He was devastated. He lived his
father’s life from then on, and carried his
heart in his hand. Only this time, it was
made of stone. He went on a rampage to
lay with any and every girl he saw. And
each girl that he wanted after that, he
got. He didn’t care. A ruthless man he
became, one with no mercy; that combined
with no fear made him even worse. With
nothing to lose he went around tarnishing
people’s names and lives all the same. He
would steal and kill just to prove a point.
He had an army of followers behind him;
they almost worshipped him. Preach money
and power to any homeless or ill-treated
boy and you would have him at your
disposal. This he did to the fullest. He took
away innocent mother’s children and killed
their father’s, he burned their houses and
watched them cry. He tortured anyone he
didn’t like, and the list was long. He
laughed at their pain and enjoyed their
misery like a rare delicacy from the Native
American villages. But, he was not always
this way. Let’s go back to the beginning
and see where all this started creeping
into him.
He was just a normal boy from a normal
family with normal friends, normal dreams
etcetera etcetera. He basically had a
normal boring routine life, like most of us
are, right up until his father tried to kill
him. His father would come home often
times drunk and would say the worst of
thing to poor young Jack. He would call
him names of sorts and make him do things
unspeakable of during the day. Jack had
to go through this every other day for
just over thirteen years. He had scars for
each of these days. His body had no more
space for crying out loud. Now they would
just pile one ontop of the other. Apart
from his face and physique, he had nothing
else good going for him. Nobody around him
wanted him. He slowly became an outcast
of sorts. His life became such a misery.
Each day he woke up he was in for another
taste of hell. You know how you wake up
from a nightmare and be relieved you
woke up? Well he didn’t want to wake up.
He always was having a much better time
asleep. And that’s really sad. He woke up
into a nightmare every literal day. Till one
day, he up and left; killed all his father’s
dogs and stitched his father’s mouth shut.