J A s p E R' S W o r l d Chapter l0 "THE FINAL CHAPTER" tomev

C H A P T E R 10 E N:

There it is, or so it went, a nightmarish field-trip through the lives of men who had made mistakes. Experimental for one, a lifetime's worth of corrupt decisions and the cover-ups that follow those kind of decisions, for the others. As black as night and as murky as swamp water. As painful as an absessed tooth and as sad as a child in a wheelchair- the tragedy known by the name of "molest". The taking of a child's mind and molding into a pedophile's form of thought. The train ride of dark gratification. It's bad dreams and the fear of vital emotions such as trust, faith, honesty, and loyalty...........

So with his faded dreams and falsehoods, Jasper in his bloodsoaked clothes, ruffled hair- stained red, and weak from extinuigishing fires- from all of the burnt bridges in his past- Jasper Wallace, still very much a child inside, began his drive into descention. Tears trickled down his face, once again watching the movie of his life as it projected through his thoughts. The music blasted intensely through each speaker mounted inside of his Cavalier and he had began to realize the velocity of his crimes. It wouldn't take long for the law to figure out that four men, who lived in the same neighborhood with the man suspected of murdering them, would immediately make him switch places with someone in the death-row line. Jasper's foot began to gain weight on the accelerator as he put the automatic windows down and let the wind soak up the tears, and all of the fears. He continued to drive as if there were no tomorrow.....................

With each song on the radio, his penchant for mood and frame of mind seemed to change. His thoughts drifted from one extreme to the other. First he'd blame those who had picked this path for him to stumble down, the people who found the perfect cliff for him to leap from. Next, he'd be blaming himself for not allowing himself to forgive those people, knowing he would probably have found the peace he still hadn't found, not even after killing five unsuspecting victims, one death totally unjustified- if for no reason, because Debbie Waggoner had no idea of Jasper or his motivations. The speedometer was all that was left to destroy, or at least in the eyes of Jasper R. Wallace. There wasn't going to be any last farewells, no 'suicide note', no "let's sit down and talk this out". There weren't going to be any final hugs and kisses. He locked the precious memories of his 41 years away, deep inside of his soul. He didn't stop to smell the roses, he just took a second to remember what the roses looked like. He didn't make any phonecalls to all of those beautiful people who were in and out of his life- he just took a minute to remember how beautiful those people really were, and how much he had already hurt and disappointed each and everyone of them. The time had arrived for Jas to leave this place and so with that, he asked God for "forgiveness". Forgiveness for the choices he'd made in his lifetime. And so Jasper, after asking for redemption of his sins, jerked the wheel to the left and into the path of a semi-tractor trailer. His little car hit the big truck head-on at 90mph and shattered into a million little pieces, glasses shattered like rain hitting a metal roof, and this was where he had drawn his line. The center of a highway between right & wrong, good & bad. Jasper had found his bullseye and the violent impact left his body torn and tattered like clothing on an old babydoll. His own blood mixed with the blood from David and Debbie Waggoner, making a tye-dye effect that was eerie to the eye. Eerie to my eye because in so many ways, I am Jasper Wallace. I experienced the experience of molest and I felt many of his emotions. I just happen to forgive those who betrayed my innocence. No, I'll never love these freaks, but I'll never go to the extremes that Jasper did. May Jasper rest in peace..............

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