I FEEL, SO I DO
“Mother it is necessary that I carry out this mission, you cannot and you will not hold me back. Not this time - not this time!”
“I am just trying to be the voice of reason in this situation. Listen to me, you’re young and foolish, you are not quite aware of what you’re getting yourself into”
John gazed into the heavens, looking at the possibilities beyond the life he presently woke up into everyday. The universe had so much to offer him. Just take the Stars for example, they are so free, so free to be, free to shine. Not constricted by outsiders, they fulfil their purpose of bringing light and beauty to the sky effortlessly.
“Mother I need to do this, it is my time to shine”
“I agree, shine away. But you don’t have to leave me in order for this to be so. It is not every feeling that must be put into action, rather think with your head, just this once and you’ll see that I am right”
John laughed to himself. The age old myth about age being somehow connected to wisdom sprang to his mind.
“Bye Mum”
“No – Don’t. “I won’t let you do this Jonathan. I won’t let you. PLEASE” she cried
John’s response to his Mum’s plea was a mere smile. He knew what he felt was right to do and that is what he was going to do.
Upon realising what John was thinking, she could always see it in his eyes; Katherine reached out and tried to latch on to his arm. He shrugged her off without an awful amount of strength.
“NOOOOOO...” Katherine’s voice trailed off
She had to see what was left of her Son, what his mission had accomplished for him. She walked to the ledge of the building and forced herself to look down. Clasping her hand to her mouth she was horrified by what she saw. Her John lay dead on the ground, almost unrecognisable. She shuddered as she tried to comprehend what had just happened.
“Maam, step away from the ledge” a voice said from behind
Backing away slowly, the image of her son lying breathless enveloped in blood would live on in her memory from now onwards.
Katherine was escorted off the roof, down the stairs and into a tiny room by a policeman. She was immediately ushered into a chair and a glass of water was thrust into her hand. What will water do for me? She thought to herself, they give me water, when it’s my son that I’m in need of.
“Maam, were you aware that your Son suffered from Schizophrenia?”
“I told him” she screamed as tears burst out of her eyes and ran down her face. “I told him to listen to the voice of reason”
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