He was writing. Alphabets filled the white sheet with plenty of recognisable words, but none of them made sense in a slightest bit. He stares at the notebook he put aside just for writing for a moment then ripped off the page and tossed the crushed paper. The paper landed beside another which was in the midst of a load of others. Not before long until he realised that he was actually sitting in the room with nothing but a cup of coffee, pencil and papers. He was living in a mess and it has been going on ever since he decided to quit his animating job. Well he still has his monthly pay check, but barely enough to even save up for a laptop. He teaches martial art as a part time job. Started learning capoeira since he was twelve and it all happened by chance, or fate. It began with a careless divorced mother neglecting his son and resulted in him sneaking into an enclosed gym. Every night without fail he would force his dinner down his throat and rushed to be amazed by the weird moving figures dancing and fighting at the same time. The contrast of dancing, a friendly activity and fighting, the complete opposite of it stirred his interest to an overwhelming extent which slowly consumed his mind daily. He woke up, brushed his teeth and thought about the awkward movement he copied yesterday. He ate his tiny little loaf of bread with a glass of tap water served in a crooked table, still thinking about the advice the Mestre gave the students the day before. “Capoeira is unique. So different that your opponent happens to be your partner at the same time. You match your movements with him but at the same time, counter them.” He thought out aloud and caused curiosity to be aroused in Lily. Lily had married countless times but has a son, Luc. She has acted in her pursuit of happiness but to nowhere near it. She patted tiny Luc’s head, “I’m off to work, take care of yourself. And don’t be late for school.” She paced off in hurry and left the door ajar. Luc stood up, gave a light push to the door and the end of the door touched the wall. He had a door without a proper knob. Closing it too hard or with just a little bit of force would result in locking the door for good. Once he was locked in his very own apartment for hours before a neighbour broke down the door to demand payment which Lily owed her. “Yes mum, like you care.” He went back pondering over capoeira.
The doorbell rang. It was about time. It was about time for his landlord to demand payments for the past two months’ rent. He was short of cash lately because of the early withdrawal from the company’s contract he signed. It was supposed to last for give good years but he only took half a year to get rid of it. Was it a moment of folly? He doesn’t think so. All his past nineteen years of his life had been forced onto studying mindlessly. With only that little time he struggled to squeeze out for his personal time, he hardly had a chance to do everything he dreamt of since young. Until lately, he witnessed a tragedy right before his very eyes. Jack Stimpson, he had been working on a project, apparently he couldn’t meet the deadline and was forced to compensate the company a huge sum of money. All he ever did wanted to do was to act. He was inspired by a famous actor. Unfortunately circumstances did not allow that fantasy to happen. Being born into a family of power and money, dreams like being an actor was considered unrealistic and pushed aside without any means of discussion. He said he had enough of this life. He said he wanted to get out of it. he said many things else before jumping off the fifty story sky scraper. But one thing that had been stuck in Luc head was, “I want to die”. Three seconds before he said that Luc was laughing and mocking at his foolishness like any other colleague. Three seconds later he said that sentence that froze Luc. Three seconds after that Luc mind was in a mess. Then Jack jumped off with his middle finger stuck out among the rest gesturing to everybody and anyone.
