In and Out of Sorrow and Solitude

Chapter 8

CHAPTER 8:

Cycelia leaped up like a scarred cat, almost dropping the picture frame. Jacoby was in the door way, leaning on the frame sipping his tea.

               “I, uh, saw this picture of a girl and it wasn’t me, so I had to investigate.” She mused jokingly, trying to sound innocent. Jacoby’s face was void of emotion, which sort of frightened her; she had never seen him like that. “So, who is she?”

               “She’s’ my sister.” Jacoby stated, setting down his drink and crossing over to his old mattress. Then laying down it and looking at her with annoyance.

               “Oh.” She said quietly, blushing and feeling mortified. “Is she still like, around?”

               Jacoby just looked at her like, ’what do you think?’ He then started to glare at the ceiling, angry that she had reminded him his sister was gone.

               “I’m sorry, I didn’t know. I understa-“

               “How many siblings do you have?” Jacoby interrupted, now intently glaring at Cycelia.

               “Just Cynthia.” She replied confused at the question, and scared. She did not know where he was going with this.

               “And are you parents still alive and with you?” He questioned.

               She stepped back a bit at his strange question, and from the death stare he was giving her, “of course their alive!” she exclaimed.

               Then, without meaning to, Jacoby placed pure hatred into his next words, “Then you understand nothing about me. Try having your mom being a workaholic, and always gone to which you have only seen her three times in your life, only to die on a street in the middle of New York just trying to provide for a small family and an evil husband that doesn’t give a care about his children and is also always gone. Then having your evil father who is a criminal taking away, not only the one person who truly loves you, but also the only one that you have left, your only sibling. And on top of that try living all by yourself for four years, then finally deciding to give society a second chance, only to be cut once again when the one single thing that brought joy into your life ended up being false.” He paused to take a breath, and to calm down a bit, “try living through all of that, and then only then could you possibly ‘understand’ how I am.” He finished, challenging her to say anything else about, understanding.

               Cycelia just starred at the floor. She felt like a child that had been severally scolded and slapped across the face. Her knees buckled and she fell on them. Casting her head down, she began to weep out of foolishness, ignorance, and shame. She had just assumed that his life has stable and normal like most people, and he had a nice caring family like everyone else. He always seemed upbeat and positive, so she presumed that he grew up in a nice loving household. Yet in reality he had been neglected all his life and never really had any one that cared about him. She felt like a fool.

               Jacoby became conscious of the horror he just was. He felt like a demon had possessed him for that brief moment, and left him too see what it had done. He rushed to Cycelia’s side, wrapping his arms around her. He was afraid she would swat his hands away, but she didn’t, for he was unaware of the real reason she wept. He began softly speaking to her, saying the same thing over again, “I’m so sorry.”

               “No.” She said quietly after a while. She picked up her head and looked straight into his soft brown eyes. “I’m sorry, I truly don’t understand.”

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