"Haha, what a joke," a laughter filled with madness and a loss of desire for life echoed from a dark cell, frightening even the prison guards.
Jack, a middle-aged man living in Canada, precisely in Ottawa, suffered paralysis at an early age in his life at the age of nine due to skiing on a trip organized by his school. He later left school due to excessive bullying from his classmates. His mother tried to convince him to change schools, but he refused...
He lived his life in isolation, enjoying reading novels, watching movies, and playing video games. His thirty-year-old mother had never been asked to buy him a new video game or novel and refused, no matter how expensive it was, as she struggled to provide for their daily needs. Even after the death of her husband, Jack's father, at a young age, she found herself alone in raising him...
But as the years went by, fatigue and the toll of years began to show on her. Jack noticed his mother's exhaustion, but he was helpless, as he was in his twenties and disabled, without a job or even a level of education...
For the next five years of his life, he saw his mother's fatigue and brokenness without being able to do anything except cry alone, trying to rid himself of the destructive thoughts through tears streaming down his face. His heartache, weakness, and regret over leaving school for five years were about to explode at any moment...
Until he reached the age of twenty-six, he decided to put an end to all of this and began to wander the streets of his city in search of a lifeline to hold onto, until he met "Will," a man with a strong physique, standing at 1.85 meters tall, with eyebrows shaped like swords and naturally black eyes that seemed ordinary at first glance, but concealed much deceit and manipulation. Will addressed Jack in a tone overflowing with indifference, as if he didn't have time to spare, saying, "Are you the disabled person who roams around looking for job opportunities?"
Jack quickly replied, his words sounding fragmented, "Yes, I am. Please, I can do anything, as I learn fast."
Will responded in the same tone, "How about a job that earns you 250,000 dollars if completed?"
Jack's eyes widened to the point where he thought he wouldn't be able to close them again. He answered more quickly this time, without hesitation, "Just speak."
Even if he were ordered to kill thousands of people or commit suicide with a bomb in his pocket and the money went to his mother, he wouldn't refuse, as he was a burden on her in any case.
"Will" instructed him to smuggle a large quantity of heroin from Windsor International Airport in Canada to the United States of London. Since he was in a wheelchair, they wouldn't suspect him like a normal person. Will prepared everything Jack needed, and Jack followed his orders. However, luck was not on his side, and the police were not stupid. He was arrested and sentenced to fifteen years in prison...
If Jack couldn't bear the school bullying, imagine the bullying in prison. His mother visited him almost every day, and each time she tried hard to hide her tears, but Jack noticed it easily...
Four years passed, and his mother stopped visiting him. Jack felt a great sense of relief, thinking that she had moved on with her life and forgotten about the miserable wheelchair son in prison, until he received news of her death due to a heart attack. A sudden heart attack. If there was a thin thread connecting Jack and rationality, after this news, that thread was severed...
"What a joke, haha."
"I spent half my life thinking about my problems without daring to search for a solution. What a real joke."
"It seems that even God has abandoned me to rot here, haha."
"Let's see, I'll come to him in the worst possible way to ask just one question that has been on my mind all this time."
"Why?"
Jack turned towards the walls of his cell and began to hit his head against the wall, and with each blow, his brain became clearer. He continued until the guards arrived, and even though he had died, his body continued to hit the wall, creating a terrifying scene of his brain's membrane scattered on the ground and his eyes taken out of their sockets, hanging down to his nose. Strangest of all, his blood splattered on the wall formed a pattern resembling a frightening hourglass.