It was a ridiculous childhood story. But with him it still remained somewhat terrifying. For the first time ever Jack understood what was fear meant. When the moment you couldn’t rely on anything. Because anything you knew, you acknowledged are meaningless. The fear and insecure were the things had stolen all of your confidence, your virtue of thinking. Make you felt lost and faded into the darkness. Yet the story was not over there.

Jack knew he needed to took a rest. That it! He needed to calmed himself down and found the way to got out of here. This was not the end of the world. He was not a 8 years old child to be feared by the boiling kettle. He now 25 and was having a life. All he had to do was relaxed and recovered himself. He went to the nearest house and tried to opened a door. It locked! So he tried another one. All of them is locked! There was no light inside. He sat on the road with his back against a concrete wall. Jack got thirsty but didn’t have anything to drank.

His mind was starting to gone dizzy and drove him to the memory of the night before. Why he drunk? That a funny question. The story was began when he got fire from his job for irresponsibility. The promised salary and bright future came to dead end

with two words only “You fired!”. And Jack didn’t get any oral statement from his executive. Jack found a letter from his desk. The context was simple and short with extreme formality. Polited enough to gave him a word without showed face. What an asshole!

Negative thinking surely was not the thing he needed. Unfortunately, all of any idea that ran across his mind right now were absurd and desperate feeling. Jack was a kind like that, he was never good at enthusiasm. He kept staying on the spot and the surge of drowsy soon to invaded him. Too tired for all of this mess, he let it be. His mind went blank and slowly fell to the big sleep. Enjoyed a nap like the award. For whatever pleasure it gave.