The Opposite Of Jack
Jack? This world knows a few Jacks. You might know Jack Dawson. Yeah, the beautiful Jack from Titanic. Jack Dawson, that guy had a sincere love for Rose, a free spirit, and a captivating presence—oh, and he was poor.
Well, except for the captivating presence, that guy's clearly not me. Poor? Hell no, I've had everything since birth that you’d struggle for decades to get. A free spirit? No, I've lived by schedules and rules since I was five. Sincere love? No, I don’t think so; the love I have is obsession.
Lady Daisy, a ballerina. The first time I saw her, she was a cute little girl running around in pink ballet shoes. Who knew she’d grow into such a captivating woman? Wavy ash-grey hair cascading down, shining green eyes, light skin, and a perfect body. After a long time, I saw her again. when she came to the hospital where I work with her coach; her leg was injured, badly.
When I saw her as a kid, I admired her, she was so beautiful, with her bouncing ponytail, like a real-life Barbie. But now I understand, I’m not just admiring her; I’m addicted. Since she became my patient, I can’t stop thinking about her, searching for her, finding her. When she’s away, I’ll do anything to find her again, like a drug.
Ahh… and would Jack Dawson die for Rose? We’re very different, huh? I’m not. I won’t die for her; in this vast world, only I deserve to be with her. I won't die until she ends up with someone else. Instead, I’ll kill for her, oh… I did. Because I’m the opposite of that Jack. I’m Jack Knight.
