Jimmy was raised in a similar environment to most kids. He had enough to eat, a roof over his head and parents who cared for him. He grew up in his early years doing all that which other kids did, he could walk, climb, learn and play. But he had an issue, he had a hole in his leg.
He frequented the doctor's office as all kids did. No doctor really cared about the hole in his leg. They didn't think it was severe enough to warrant attention. His parents didn't even see the hole, or so Jimmy's future mind would come to believe.
When Jimmy went to school, the teachers were sometimes mean to him. They would often give him harsher punishments than the other kids, despite the fact that he never misbehaved more than they did. He never really understood until he was older why they did those things to him, his little eyes were too small to see the hole in his leg.
When Jimmy got to high-school, even the kids were mean to him. He was often bullied, verbally and physically. His understanding was still vague, but his eyes had grown just enough to see what was being done to him. When Jimmy got to mid-adolesence, the kids around him had grown old enough to use vocabulary specific to the hole in his leg. They would point at the fleshy interior, and recoil in displeasure. Jimmy soon became acustomed of their distaste, even his friends would belittle him. Jimmy's eyes had grown so big he could see the hole better than anyone else, even those who degraded him. This realisation caused a great degree of rumination for Jimmy. Rumination that led to ever-spiraling concerns, which served the purpose of keeping him isolated. But Jimmy didn't care for being isolated, "It's better than being degraded", he would often say.
The degradation had caused the hole in his leg to spread like a malignant cancer, his own soul now having an aperture of it's own.
He frequented the doctor's office as all kids did. No doctor really cared about the hole in his leg. They didn't think it was severe enough to warrant attention. His parents didn't even see the hole, or so Jimmy's future mind would come to believe.
When Jimmy went to school, the teachers were sometimes mean to him. They would often give him harsher punishments than the other kids, despite the fact that he never misbehaved more than they did. He never really understood until he was older why they did those things to him, his little eyes were too small to see the hole in his leg.
When Jimmy got to high-school, even the kids were mean to him. He was often bullied, verbally and physically. His understanding was still vague, but his eyes had grown just enough to see what was being done to him. When Jimmy got to mid-adolesence, the kids around him had grown old enough to use vocabulary specific to the hole in his leg. They would point at the fleshy interior, and recoil in displeasure. Jimmy soon became acustomed of their distaste, even his friends would belittle him. Jimmy's eyes had grown so big he could see the hole better than anyone else, even those who degraded him. This realisation caused a great degree of rumination for Jimmy. Rumination that led to ever-spiraling concerns, which served the purpose of keeping him isolated. But Jimmy didn't care for being isolated, "It's better than being degraded", he would often say.
The degradation had caused the hole in his leg to spread like a malignant cancer, his own soul now having an aperture of it's own.
