Jacob {Arrival at the Zoo} <fragment>

First Part of Jacob's journey, mistaken for some kind of rare marsupial, taken to a zoo.

PART I.

And just like that, Jacob starred in an almost mezmorized trance at the drab door the minute he was led into his enclosure. From the dim orange lit concrete halls into a white blaring neon lit unknown. His blue and brown eyes locked on to it. Jacob, was assigned two zoo approved handlers, though by the time they finally came to pick us up you could see the double shift on their faces. With their grimy clothes, exposed wild haired beer bellies, and the rotting take-out wrappers, soggy from a few too many lunches. Festering in a heap pressed into the shady corners. Making in its own brand of awful. These circumstances all came together and formed a gut wrenching stench that filled the five hour windowless van trip, over to the zoo.
         It was obvious that they just moved their lazy pork asses at their very last convenience. It was close to eleven o'clock at night! Both transport workers became irrelevant, ripped from this plane of existence, as far as the brain if this weird kid was concerned.

         Poof!
         I assure you, they stopped to exist in Jacobs' mind.
         Jacob was still lost in the metal slab, knowing it would form the final piece keeping him from a hostile, panic-drivin, and cruel pack of animals. Selfish jackals who called themselves human! What a joke, what a sad, sad joke...
         His eyes were washing themselves into the dullness of this cold gate plastered in a vomit green, rubber paint. Noticing how tall it was, how darkness draped down one side of it. A big swoosh of air made the kid flinch!
         A loud bang hollered into being! It echoed as violently as well as inconceivable!
         Out from the deepest dark it seemed to have belched, a helid command cold, stiff with oumenouse shriek of endless fear. The loud raw threat of the unknown shaken in jacob's bones. It was the unpredictable hurt, from a stepfather's leather belt. Booming down endless halls, bouncing off hidden snears of nothingness clawing dread down Jacob's heart, made the kid jerk up into a tight clam, muscle and fear. Making his stomach curl from a thick deep horror. His guts cowered off somewhere inside the punk. Naturally came the sound, immediately after, of dry toothy metal grinding, a brisk hand stabbed the metal down to its lip, and then came the chaotic thrashing of keys, that gave away to silence.
         Jake's lack of life experience.
         His belief in the crude assumptions that spewed out of her crusty mouth, while the thick leathery hands just shook the boy's confidence away. Words born long ago out of a deep somewhere so blatantly a raw wound repeated from his mother's childhood, the very weight she bore on her shoulders, her life long solace. Almost a lost cry from mother's flayed plea of innocence_ maybe, or more likely, just mom's naivety, an endless belief taught or left in rot hidden away somewhere inside of me!
         Such a meaning in common between the privileged torments cried into reality from of blurred meaning In the way of the imperceptible of happening knowing, the uncertainty, of what lurked in the darkness is where came from.
         So many directions echoing back to the boy it undoubtedly was a large place. Why was the door slammed shut just like the adults did in their fits... Jacob began to doubt, was it a door really or an enclosure an animal pin? He stood strait, pulled his hood off his head, and faced the direction that scared him from even glancing that way.
         One hundred and eighty degrees. The crackling of his warn down, barely held together, naked foot showing, pijama feet scuffing the ground was the only sound that flooded his ears. He saw the darkness behind an enormous plexiglass window extending from wall to wall. I saw him turn his head to the right side of his environment.
         I stayed a good while that night, in their security room watching the dingy yellowish monitors they had set up in rows. Three vertical and nine across, mounted on the back wall. The place reeked of mold. The image on the outdated screens was black and white. Grainy as hell.
         I knew Jacob wasn't any type of animal, no, he was no special marsupial! Jacob was a child. A boy born into a perfect storm. Tempered in a drama that didn't belong to him. Trauma, the violence, the abundance of rejection, well, the bottom line was he found himself to be unwanted.
         The filthy bear pajama had little to no realbase of a civil right to a reasoned complaint! Never did it make a low, almost, a barely, faint whisper like tone, of a statement he was just a kid that gave up on the adults in his life and decided to hide inside his bear onesie. Clad some way in a moment, despite he was unable to remember, far, far away lost in a safe place.
         Besides the blur that the months, the weeks, days had become to Jacob his belly swole from the crowding butterflies that weren't really there, all because he saw Lisa's eyes beconning from the barely opened door. Her gaze was as sour as always. Jacob still felt the merciless desdeyn her presence demanded him into a dubious place of being.