Post by Jack Zamara on Dec 2, 2007 17:07:00 GMT -5
It was an escape, away from the forest, away from the school. Just to be able to lay down peacefully with nobody bothering him about such obsenaties. Jack was more often than not, noted as the moody one. Or the one with no humourous bone in his body, though it didnt bother him because he knew he was moody and he knew he didnt laugh. Big deal, he was who he was, get over it.
Jack could care less for other people. It didnt matter to him what others thought of him, their opinions meant squat. He wasnt particulary happy with himself and they way he was, but he had learnt to live with it. It was obvious he had because he had no other choice. He knew he wasnt going to have much of a proper life now, though it didnt bother him to much, the life he lead was sufficient enough, and it wasnt as though he wanted kids or a white wedding. Just two more things on the list of stuff Jack could never do.
He couldnt let himself fall for someone. Not because he didnt want to, it would be nice. Though because he was frightened, as much as it pained him to admit that. He was frightened of having to watch a person he loved, grow old and die, right before his never changing eyes. He knew he was going to stay looking as young as he did, for the rest of his unnaturally long life. He laughed when he thought of a day he would tell people he was finally two hundred and seventy eight years old. Of course, that wouldnt be for a very long time as he was still only fourteen. That word sounded too young to be afflicted with Jack. A lot of people said he had become old before his time. Though when was his time? Who knew?
Laying down in the grass, Jack stared upto the stars. Their silvery glow casting down upon Jack, making him look a lot paler than he was. He was trying to make pictures out of the stars, though not trying to find constellations or anything on that scale. Pointing at the stars he tried to connect a bunch of them together to make a rabbit. Though it failed and instead, now he looked at it, looked like a rabbit with an ear bitten off. "Nice..." he said dryly to himself.
Jack could care less for other people. It didnt matter to him what others thought of him, their opinions meant squat. He wasnt particulary happy with himself and they way he was, but he had learnt to live with it. It was obvious he had because he had no other choice. He knew he wasnt going to have much of a proper life now, though it didnt bother him to much, the life he lead was sufficient enough, and it wasnt as though he wanted kids or a white wedding. Just two more things on the list of stuff Jack could never do.
He couldnt let himself fall for someone. Not because he didnt want to, it would be nice. Though because he was frightened, as much as it pained him to admit that. He was frightened of having to watch a person he loved, grow old and die, right before his never changing eyes. He knew he was going to stay looking as young as he did, for the rest of his unnaturally long life. He laughed when he thought of a day he would tell people he was finally two hundred and seventy eight years old. Of course, that wouldnt be for a very long time as he was still only fourteen. That word sounded too young to be afflicted with Jack. A lot of people said he had become old before his time. Though when was his time? Who knew?
Laying down in the grass, Jack stared upto the stars. Their silvery glow casting down upon Jack, making him look a lot paler than he was. He was trying to make pictures out of the stars, though not trying to find constellations or anything on that scale. Pointing at the stars he tried to connect a bunch of them together to make a rabbit. Though it failed and instead, now he looked at it, looked like a rabbit with an ear bitten off. "Nice..." he said dryly to himself.
