Sorry for it's shortness...my brain is being naughty and not forming words just Ideas that never matirialize (i spelt that wrong)
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Work entailed of sitting at a bar staring at a note book daring his brain to come up with something .
After the accident, Jackson could no longer function like a normal human being. That Bastard had took that away.
He lost his job because he was physically and mentally unstable. He lost his wife and child because he could no longer love, so he drank.
He drank because he felt no pain, for a brief moment he wasn't himself.
He could do anything, he could fuck and he could feel it, but in the morning he could wake up and not have to love her, he could just leave.
Jackson decided to write, the shrink suggested it.
"You could write a story, a book, a diary...put your feelings and thoughts down on paper"
Doctors orders!
so he did, Jack wasn't getting very far but it seemed to be working he was'nt drinking as much as he was 6 months ago.
This particular night was different.
It was October 31st and Jackson was 33 years old.
One year older and alone. He'd always been alone.
Nobody could keep up with him, he excelled in school so they put him two grades in front and he would purposefully fail so he could stay with his friends. Even his friends weren't really friends ,they would never laugh at his jokes, Jackson was too far out in front for them to understand.
He was recruited to join the football team as running back because he had the speed and the skill.
No one could catch him.
Jackson grew up without a father. His stepfather abused him, his mother was always high.
His siblings lived with grandfather.
Always alone always a ghost.
Getting married, meeting Rachel having a child made him human again then the devil took it away.
He looked up from his drink And that's when he saw him.