A Tale To The Heart

Jackson Conrad is a 19-year-old boy whos spending the next 30years of his life in the most secure prison of the world. Why you may ask simple he's a sociopath, he's violent, angry and dangerous and deserves to be locked up for life. Well, that's what other people say, but if you ask him he's not in the wrong as a matter of fact he sees the world completely different. He sees life as a game he sees life as an opportunity. An opportunity to get rid of those who don't belong including himself eventually. That's until he meets her, well it wasn't her that made him want to spare himself for a couple of days before he was hauled off to hell with bars more so it was her eye. That beautifully abnormal eye. The eye that could be cut out and treasured and blessed with a home in a glass. I'm not insane I'm voluntarily indifferent to conventional rationality, but that's not what the human race thinks. They think we should fallow laws of man that have been set in place for us, bus really there in place for them. Laws only benefit the man that sets them. The book that is called holy says you shall not kill, but what confuses me is people actually listen and believe in this nonsense of a book. How can a spirt write a book, how can there be such a thing as a miracle but good and bad luck is considered which craft. Why does a man sit in a hot environment with a screaming man who claims he has a message from above in a place called a church with two old women who compete to catch a ghost whos so-called holy. I stopped believing that there is a god when I was twelve years old. If God exists why does he never try why should I put faith in miracles, the holy ghost, good, and angles is satan was an angle once ¨it just doesn't make sense to me¨. I mummer to myself. An I turn around I see my therapist on the other side of my cell. Shaking like a wet dog whos been abuse for the last 7 years. Dr.Bamgarden that's her name petty little thing if I do say so myself, she has brown hair, hazel eyes, and caramel brown skin, and braces. What kind of therapist wears braces I say to myself. ALONE. That is what I am. I am alone because that's what they say I should be. They say I'm ill and I'm mentally broken that I have l lost my mind, which of course I did not how that could I considering I clearly have it and I'm pretty sure it's impossible to lose yours or anyone's mind I should be locked up and forbidden from the outside, while others say I should be free to roam the earth and do as I please since I have what they call rights. He'll some even say I should be laid to rest in mother nature''s core while maggots feed off of my flesh, bones, and being and some say I'm mentally broken and I need to be fixed, and that I have l lost my mind, which I don't understand how that could be since I clearly have it and I'm pretty sure it's impossible to lose. Besides life will go on with or without me, if I'm being honest I never really cared if I lived or not. I learned from a young age that there's no good or bad, right or wrong sane or insane. Hell, we all have that little monster in the back of our mind lurking in the dark. The only difference between me and everyone else in this world is I shine a little light on my monster while you would push it to the darkest corner hiding it away from the world. I didn't choose to be this way it is how I was raised. I was raised to be like this, seeing the world from a different perspective than others, having the craving to kill. I was raised like this by the dysfunctional selfish, conniving, heartless things this world calls parents. Specifically my mother. Growing up with that b***h was my own personal hell while other kids were treasuring and thinking of there mother as wonder women I was thinking of her as more of a fly, not the one who flew around every once in a while, I'm talking about the one buzzing in the corner of your room in the night at least until you kill it. which of course I did but before I could kill the dam thing she had to buzz on more f*****g time and moving is to this little ass f*****g town. which I'm so ready to f*****g leave, but not before I do I got to solve the problem, The problem with her and that f*****g eye. Harley Thorn pov I remember it like it was yesterday I remember the first time I saw him, I remember the first time he set foot in this town. I remember the first time I saw him."Ms.thorn" I remember the clothes he had on. "Ms.Thorn" I remember the look on his face and the calmness his face held when he first walked into the dinner. I remember the peace and calm in my little town, but I guess that was just the calmness before the storm. " MISS THORN"!! "Huh" I look up and the whole courtroom is looking at me including the judge and the Ballif. "Hum" I cleared my throat " yes, sir ". Do you solemnly and sincerely swear to tell the truth and nothing but the truth and do you truly declare and affirm that the evidence I shall give you shall be the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth? Do you promise before Almighty God that the evidence which I shall give you shall be the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth? "Yes "