Jesse

Four

"Nonsense is that which does not fit into the prearranged patterns which we have superimposed on reality...Nonsense is nonsense only when we have not yet found that point of view from which it makes sense."

I don't think we have a creator, god, or whatever you want to call him. I also don't think we were an accident waiting to happen, with this infamous big bang. I think we are guided by the laws of physics. The law of nature, among this law there is the values. The values for the speed of light, the force of gravity and the charge which is carried by electrons. There are no exceptions within the laws of nature and it all tumbles down to one thing; mathematics. People think mathematics is complicated, it's not. It's the thing we can, understand, the only thing we can understand.

The only thing I can understand.

There's a point that you eventually get to, the place where numbers become so big or so small they can only be described by words, like infinite. What happens when you apply the same values to your mind? Another infinite being. The possibilities could be endless. What happens when something doesn't exist until you, the observer, observes it?

Jesse said he would be here by now, but he wasn't.

I continued to watch the leaves falling from the trees like a fiery snowstorm, gently floating to the floor, their final resting place.

"Boo!"

I turned around in panic, my eyes settling on Jesse's face.

"Jesse! Don't do that!" I shrieked.

Jesse laughed, it was a delectable sound, it travelled into my chest and vibrated around me.

"I'm sorry I'm late, there is a problem." Jesse looked uncomfortable.

"What?" I whispered.

"I did a bad thing." Jesse looked at the floor.

"Jesse, tell me." I begged.

"I can only show you." Jesse looked towards the sky; I got off the wooden bench.

I followed Jesse, I followed his every step, I put my shoe inside every one of his large footprints he made in the wet concrete.

I looked up at my familiar surroundings.

"Jesse why are we at my house?" I asked as I felt the blood draining from my face.

Jesse hung his head.

"Let's go inside." Jesse said softly.

I walked in my front door, my mother's obsession with everything being white and sterile had been tarnished by blood. Bloodied hand prints where everywhere. Droplets of blood varying in different sizes decorated and kissed the crisp white. My breathing was ragged as I started to run between the rooms.

"Jesse!" I screamed as I stopped to catch my breath.

I looked up at him with panic as he stopped in front of me.

"What have you done?" My bottom lip trembled.

Jesse said nothing. Instead he took my hands in his; he slowly brought them up to my face. My chest started to convulse, as I looked down at my blood stained hands.