Through the Eyes of a Child

After

The court claimed he was not well. They said that Jackson Quinton May was not well when he committed the sins he had that night. That the man had no control over his actions, that he could not tell the difference between right and wrong. But what the court did not know was that he knew exactly what he was doing. Jack had convinced himself that he was doing what he wanted. And he believed it. People say that your thoughts can drive you completely insane, to the brink of madness. It can bring you to an edge that few have seen and walked away from. Jackson was a lucky one. In a way, Jackson's mind pushed him to a reality where he believed his madness could cure all the wrong he had already done. So Jackson, late one night, brutally murdered two young adults, one of which being his own daughter, Grace Paige May.

Jackson would like to think he was not well enough to know exactly what he was doing that night. The court believed it, it's why he's not locked up in prison. It's why, instead, he's locked up in a box. A white box, where the only world he is allowed to face is the one he created inside his head. The court believed that man was insane, so why couldn't that man? Because, that'd be far too easy.

The man was not insane. He was simply awake. He lived in a world where he saw all things dark. He lived in an old black and white film, slowly burning out. It is a world that lead to his daughter's demise, and it's where his own is waiting, waiting silently for him. But in this world, Jackson could not be more awake, more aware, more sane. But he would like to believe he is insane. He would like to agree with the court, with the world, that he is not controlling himself, but instead someone deep within him is. But Jackson knows that is not the truth. Jackson knows because Jackson is Jackson. It'd be too easy to simply label him insane, and that'd be the end of Gracie May.

But to the rest of the world, it was. It was as though they pushed him away and that was the end of the Mays. They washed the blood off their fingers and that was that. The end. But it wasn't. Because Jackson Quinton May is still alive and very much sane. 

He sits, silently and still, staring at the wall in the small block he has been locked up in since the dreaded night. He has come to realize that if he stares long enough, a flash of light could be seen. A quick, white light. This light has now  become a normal part of his life, considering that it could be the only light he sees for days on end. But today. . . today is different for him. Jack sits, alone and still, waiting for the light to come, in hopes that the blinding light could erase all of his thoughts from his memories. But it can't. In the end, what he wishes to forget is brought back up the minute the light returns. The only light currently in his life reminds him of the only light that was in his life. The light that he snuffed out. 

It's been two years. Two whole years since the life of his daughter was crushed in the hands of a brutal, completely sane, madman. Two years since a once completely stable man of society was stamped with the dreaded letters insane, two years since he was thrown into an institute for people who really are. Jackson now sits thinking and still, thinking of the night that ruined him so, and caused everyone around him to question his control. The day the blood was spilled, the day the wound was opened. It was as much as a normal day as Jackson was a normal man, and nothing would convince him otherwise.

You see, the world may think Jackson Quinton May is completely insane.

Out of his mind. That he doesn't have a leash tight enough tied around his actions.

But this man is completely sane.

His mind was clear, his blood alcohol level was at the level a child's should be that night.

The man was as completely aware of his surroundings, of his actions, as completely sane when he brutally murdered his daughter as when he hit his wife's car with a delivery truck. As completely sober, alive when he watched his daughter take her last breath as when he witnessed his wife take hers. 

The man is completely normal. This man is completely sane.

Jackson Quinton May, a father, husband and stable man of society sits, silent and still, a completely insane man. And nothing could convince him otherwise.

The End.