Ronak
11-01-2008, 03:47 PM
The mind of man is not something that can be simply expressed. It is complex and is with flaws. It is human, in freedom and determination, but it is also human in destructiveness and selfishness. It is the fact that our brains are human that make them the most flawed, for we, the most prominent race on Earth, are flawed. We lead when there is nothing to be led. We help when there is no one needing help. We give, when there is someone giving back to us. We truly express ourselves, when there is no one around to express with us. We do when there is something in it for us. We are a lie. We live a lifestyle of lies and deceit, of dark-eyed smiles, and mostly of conscience and guilt which can affect our futures. We live in a lifestyle of self-protecting rules, where you do and don’t do something so that your decision can help you in the future, because to live you need something to live for. But, what happens when none of these things matters anymore, and none of these rules apply? What would someone’s mind conjure up and do if it were truly free, without worry or conscience, or guilt or need? This is one story that will explain what would happen, showing the true nature of the human mind.
Henry looked down at the grave as the rain from the evening sky poured down onto his face. His tears streamed down and mixed with the drops from the rain. He looked down at the coffin which read ‘Sarah Bulfinstein, beloved mother, 1964-2008’. As his eyes bored into the name of his mother, his tears began coming down more and more rapidly. His mother was now dead. The only person in his life was now gone. He felt cold and alone, but mostly, he felt fear. Fear of the unknown, of what awaits for him now. He had no one, no friends, father, brother, sister or any relative that he knew of. He and his mother used to live a solitary life, alone in their nice little house, until yesterday, when she was killed by the drunken owner of a convenient store who accidently drove a car at full speed into his mother; the drunken owner who was a sort of friend of Henry and his mother, but now left a black mark of hatred upon Henry’s heart. As Henry walked away from the coffin he noticed a small shiny thing on the grass and went to pick it up; it was a Swiss-army knife. Henry quickly pocketed it and went for a walk to calm his nerves.
Henry walked for quite a long while. He had walked aimlessly until it was late into the night. On the walk he had crashed an unknown party and grabbed a couple of beers. He had quickly gulped down the bottles, feeling the cool liquid burn against his throat. He was only fifteen, so the alcohol had a huge impact on him. As he walked he was still in shock about his mother’s death and did not know where to go, until he passed by a convenient story owned by a drunken owner who was now at the front of Henry’s thoughts.
Henry walked into the store and to the counter. As he go to the counter, he brought his blue eyes up to those of the lightly- tanned convenient store owner. The owner was in a shock to see him. He told Henry how sorry he was about his loss, but when Henry just kept staring at him with his deadly gaze he told Henry to leave or he would call the cops. Henry just kept staring at him, and all of a sudden he jumped the counter to where the owner was. The owner went to reach his phone, but Henry grabbed his hand. The owner was undoubtedly stronger than Henry was so he was able to free his hand and push Henry to the floor, hesitant of using too much force. Henry got right back to his feet as quickly as he had fallen. He pounced on the owner and overwhelmed him by his surprising quickness. Henry now had the owner pinned to the floor, but he knew it wouldn’t last long. The owner seemed like he was not trying to fight back too hard. Adrenaline was now flowing through Henry’s blood and he knew he had to do soothing to ease the anger that was growing like a hurricane in his mind. He pulled out his Swiss-army knife and cut the owner deep in his legs. The owner screamed and was temporarily incapacitated. Henry then cut the owner’s left wrist, getting noticeable joy from the man’s terrible agony. Henry brought the Swiss-knife to rest on top of the man’s heart, taunting him. The owner looked at Henry with his pleading eyes and told him he was extremely sorry for what had happened to his mother, his voice showed real regret, as did his eyes. Without warning, Henry thrust the knife deep into the man’s heart, causing the owner to shudder in his last feelings of pain as blackness overcame him, but with his last breath he told Henry to look inside his pocket.
The adrenaline was now gone from Henry’s body, and he quietly picked himself up from the dead man’s body, tears streaming his eyes for what he had done, but his anger still burning deep inside him. As Henry got back his state of mind he remembered what the owner had said about looking into his pocket. It was probably going to be a trick against Henry sent from the now dead owner, but Henry was curious enough to find out. He slipped his right hand into the man’s pocket and pulled out a folded paper of some sort. As he unfolded the paper, he realized with horrifying surprise that the letter was from his mother to the owner of the convenient store. As he read the letter, more horror spread across Henry’s face, going from bad to worse. The letter said that it was not the convenient store owner, who Henry had just killed, that had killed his mother, it was someone else. The one who had killed Sarah Bulfinstein did it because she hated Sarah. The person hated what Sarah was doing with her life and hated all of the agony and stress that Sarah went through. The person also thought that killing Sarah would help her by ending her misery which she faced every day. The person that killed Sarah Bulfinstein was none other than herself! Sarah had sent the letter to tell her only friend, the store owner, telling him that she was going to kill herself, but she wanted him to take the blame so that her son wouldn’t find out that his mother was taking the coward’s way out of life. She also wanted the store owner to protect Henry no matter what happened. The most shocking truth that added to Henry’s horror was when he read Sarah calling the store owner his father.
Henry fell as he tried to digest all this information. His mother had killed herself? The store owner was his father? That couldn’t be! His father was dead, he died when Henry was only one; well that was what his mother had said. Suddenly it all made sense. Henry crawled to the dead store owner and stared into his blue eyes, so similar to his own. Hot tears started flooding down his lightly- tanned cheeks. He gazed into his father’s lifeless eyes, fear welling up inside him. Not only had he killed an innocent man, he had also killed the only man left that truly cared for him; his father. Right then, Henry knew what he had to do.
Henry walked out of convenient store to his apartment building, but not to his apartment. He walked up the steps all the way up to the balcony. Henry walked to the edge and looked down. He looked up in the sky and saw the pleading eyes of his deceased father through his own tear-struck eyes. He looked down to the ground at the speeding cars, but he didn’t see the cars. Instead, he saw his mother and his father, waiting for him. Henry’s longing to join them got the better of him and he jumped. Today Henry is not with his mother or his father; today he is dancing with the devil.
By: Ronak Patel
This is my first post. What do you think of it?
Henry looked down at the grave as the rain from the evening sky poured down onto his face. His tears streamed down and mixed with the drops from the rain. He looked down at the coffin which read ‘Sarah Bulfinstein, beloved mother, 1964-2008’. As his eyes bored into the name of his mother, his tears began coming down more and more rapidly. His mother was now dead. The only person in his life was now gone. He felt cold and alone, but mostly, he felt fear. Fear of the unknown, of what awaits for him now. He had no one, no friends, father, brother, sister or any relative that he knew of. He and his mother used to live a solitary life, alone in their nice little house, until yesterday, when she was killed by the drunken owner of a convenient store who accidently drove a car at full speed into his mother; the drunken owner who was a sort of friend of Henry and his mother, but now left a black mark of hatred upon Henry’s heart. As Henry walked away from the coffin he noticed a small shiny thing on the grass and went to pick it up; it was a Swiss-army knife. Henry quickly pocketed it and went for a walk to calm his nerves.
Henry walked for quite a long while. He had walked aimlessly until it was late into the night. On the walk he had crashed an unknown party and grabbed a couple of beers. He had quickly gulped down the bottles, feeling the cool liquid burn against his throat. He was only fifteen, so the alcohol had a huge impact on him. As he walked he was still in shock about his mother’s death and did not know where to go, until he passed by a convenient story owned by a drunken owner who was now at the front of Henry’s thoughts.
Henry walked into the store and to the counter. As he go to the counter, he brought his blue eyes up to those of the lightly- tanned convenient store owner. The owner was in a shock to see him. He told Henry how sorry he was about his loss, but when Henry just kept staring at him with his deadly gaze he told Henry to leave or he would call the cops. Henry just kept staring at him, and all of a sudden he jumped the counter to where the owner was. The owner went to reach his phone, but Henry grabbed his hand. The owner was undoubtedly stronger than Henry was so he was able to free his hand and push Henry to the floor, hesitant of using too much force. Henry got right back to his feet as quickly as he had fallen. He pounced on the owner and overwhelmed him by his surprising quickness. Henry now had the owner pinned to the floor, but he knew it wouldn’t last long. The owner seemed like he was not trying to fight back too hard. Adrenaline was now flowing through Henry’s blood and he knew he had to do soothing to ease the anger that was growing like a hurricane in his mind. He pulled out his Swiss-army knife and cut the owner deep in his legs. The owner screamed and was temporarily incapacitated. Henry then cut the owner’s left wrist, getting noticeable joy from the man’s terrible agony. Henry brought the Swiss-knife to rest on top of the man’s heart, taunting him. The owner looked at Henry with his pleading eyes and told him he was extremely sorry for what had happened to his mother, his voice showed real regret, as did his eyes. Without warning, Henry thrust the knife deep into the man’s heart, causing the owner to shudder in his last feelings of pain as blackness overcame him, but with his last breath he told Henry to look inside his pocket.
The adrenaline was now gone from Henry’s body, and he quietly picked himself up from the dead man’s body, tears streaming his eyes for what he had done, but his anger still burning deep inside him. As Henry got back his state of mind he remembered what the owner had said about looking into his pocket. It was probably going to be a trick against Henry sent from the now dead owner, but Henry was curious enough to find out. He slipped his right hand into the man’s pocket and pulled out a folded paper of some sort. As he unfolded the paper, he realized with horrifying surprise that the letter was from his mother to the owner of the convenient store. As he read the letter, more horror spread across Henry’s face, going from bad to worse. The letter said that it was not the convenient store owner, who Henry had just killed, that had killed his mother, it was someone else. The one who had killed Sarah Bulfinstein did it because she hated Sarah. The person hated what Sarah was doing with her life and hated all of the agony and stress that Sarah went through. The person also thought that killing Sarah would help her by ending her misery which she faced every day. The person that killed Sarah Bulfinstein was none other than herself! Sarah had sent the letter to tell her only friend, the store owner, telling him that she was going to kill herself, but she wanted him to take the blame so that her son wouldn’t find out that his mother was taking the coward’s way out of life. She also wanted the store owner to protect Henry no matter what happened. The most shocking truth that added to Henry’s horror was when he read Sarah calling the store owner his father.
Henry fell as he tried to digest all this information. His mother had killed herself? The store owner was his father? That couldn’t be! His father was dead, he died when Henry was only one; well that was what his mother had said. Suddenly it all made sense. Henry crawled to the dead store owner and stared into his blue eyes, so similar to his own. Hot tears started flooding down his lightly- tanned cheeks. He gazed into his father’s lifeless eyes, fear welling up inside him. Not only had he killed an innocent man, he had also killed the only man left that truly cared for him; his father. Right then, Henry knew what he had to do.
Henry walked out of convenient store to his apartment building, but not to his apartment. He walked up the steps all the way up to the balcony. Henry walked to the edge and looked down. He looked up in the sky and saw the pleading eyes of his deceased father through his own tear-struck eyes. He looked down to the ground at the speeding cars, but he didn’t see the cars. Instead, he saw his mother and his father, waiting for him. Henry’s longing to join them got the better of him and he jumped. Today Henry is not with his mother or his father; today he is dancing with the devil.
By: Ronak Patel
This is my first post. What do you think of it?