He was a little orphan boy, always keeping to himself, always being made fun of, because he was different, he preceived the world differently than others, making it hard to connect. He was only eight and already stopped caring. Some of the adults looked at him as a miracle, however, being the only one to survive, being part of the tragedy of his parents death.
He was only five then, and never experienced what real love was like from his parents. His mother and father were always fighting, and in doing so, always ignored him. In some cases he had even felt that he was the cause of some of their problems. On one such night, he again felt along, while his parents fought among themselves, calling each other names, hitting each other. Little Jacob almost didn't care anymore, he almost didn't care about anything, but still the screaming and yelling got to him and it alone was sometimes too much to bare. He would run into the closet into the corner, placing his hands over his ears, rocking back and forth unpatiently, waiting for it to be over, but he could still feel the pounding of the footsteps forcefully hitting the floor, the load sound of breaking glass hitting the wall. No matter how much he tried to block it all out, it only seemed to get worse. So much so, that on this particular night, it was too much for little Jacob to bare, and he passed out. Slumped over, laying lifeless against the wall in the corner, and nobody had known.
It wasn't known how the fire got started that night, but it burned the house to the ground, with his parents inside, and little Jacob was the only one to survive.
And now, being at the age of eight, it was difficult for little Jacob to take on life in this perspective, especially by himself. Since that day he had never spoke, and so this was one of the things that the other kids had made fun of him for. All except one little girl, Charlotte, that found herself curious about Jacob. And in a sense, without knowing really, wanted to help him. It was very difficult at first as Jacob had always ignored her, he had ignored everyone.
"Hey Jacob. Draw a picture with me." she said, carefully placing down some crayons and paper in front of Jacob. "Come on, I know you want to." she said cheerfully. It was her way of trying to get little Jacob to interact in the world around him. Jacob said nothing, almost seemed emotionless. He looked down at the set of crayons and thought for a moment.
