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Jackson stopped. He was defiantly lost. He unceremoniously dropped the load of fire wood he was carrying and looked around. He wished he would have been able to appreciate it; it was beautiful. All he could see though was a lurid green. It was sickening. Leafy vines were festooned along the tree tops letting only small gaps of the blue sky to shine through. But Jackson didn't want to see blue. Blue was a constant reminder of the vast ocean that isolated him from the rest of the world. Alienation was something Jackson had once coveted; he had then wanted to be removed from the rest of the world. What a fool he had been. He was now in his own green hell; his supposed heaven. He remembered back to his childhood when he was fascinated by green, when blue was a friend. He lived in LA his entire life. He spent his days down at the beach, uncovering treasures disregarded by the rest of the world. He read books about places where green was dominant, and where white was seasonal. He himself had never made it very far out of the state. His mother never had the time to take him anywhere. She was always piss drunk or immersed with one of her boyfriends. He had never known his father. He left before Jackson had even learned to talk. He had taken to asking about his father from time to time, but only when his mom was in a good mood.
"Sonuvabitch," His mother would say, fiddling with her lighter. "But don't you worry about him; we get along just fine, right?"
"Right," Jackson would respond, forcing a tight smile. But they were never getting along fine.
He found a fine looking rock, a good two feet off the ground. It was perfect except a small fissure on the top dominated by undergrowth. More green, great. He sat down and tried to sit still. He was victorious but only for a moment or two. He started unconsciously twiddling his fingers. He was never able to stay completely still. He always had to have at least one part of his body moving. He thought me may have ADD although he'd never gotten it checked out. There was never time for such trivial things. One of the kids in his neighbourhood growing up had had ADD. Ronny, was it? The goddam kid never stopped twitching. On second thought, maybe Jackson didn't have ADD.
"Um, Jackson, what are you doing? A voice said removing him from his thoughts. He turned around to see Melissa, glancing nervously at the firewood he had abandoned. She probably thought he was doing something profound, or maybe just something queer.
"Nothing really, just got lost." Jackson responded nonchalantly. He wasn't really looking forward to the small Melissa was going to make. Don't get him wrong though, he enjoyed Melissa's company. He believed her to be truly kind, not something so frequent these days. He also didn't mind her looks either. Despite his admiration towards her he couldn't figure out her goddam need to always fill silences with useless conversation.
"Oh." Melissa answered, looking at her feet. It was a nervous habit she'd developed when talking to him. "Do you need any help bringing back the fire wood you collected?"
"Naw I'll get it. But thanks." Jackson answered. Melissa took this as her cue to leave and headed towards the jungle but then stopped.
"Oh and by the way, camp's that way." She added, pointing south. She received a nod from Jackson then headed into the jungle once again.
A/N: Don't really know what this is; if it's just a one shot about what's going on in Jackson's head or if it's gonna be a story. Review and tell me what you think.