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 became fixated on the heavy green door. The stocky zoo guy nudged it wide open with a last brisk jerk of his weight. The nerve cringing hinges stooped a short welcome howl.
         Automatically 'Muscle Head,' who in charged of Jacob restrained, in a fist full of brown cloth, randomly just shoved him through.
         _"It felt to me like he did it with a bit disgust. just, too much, I couldn't imagine why."
         Jake was in a trance like state, escaping in a sort of mesmerized mental jailbreak. Lost in the drab shroodeley maintained door from the minute he was put into his "enclosure." From the dim orange led-lit concrete halls, the sharp turns, and that sense of slumber of night thick in the air. Next thing we all were in a blaring white neon lit unknown. That boy was just some place else, comfortably numbed.
         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 ceased to exist in Jacobs' mind. At least I had came to the realization on how the boy's mind actually worked.
         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 unexpected in the minds of all of us!
         Out from the deepest dark it seemed to have belched, a helid command barked, a stiff with oumenouse shriek called us to attention. The loud raw threat came out form the unknown shook Jacob to the bones.
         It was the unpredictable hurt, from a stepfather's leather belt. The threat had boomed down endless halls in the same intensity, 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 that stabbed fromm deep inside Jacob . 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 watched him turn his head to the right side of his environment.
         I stayed a good while that night, by the time I was finished I slouched in the Uber seat. I was emotionally drained while I watched how the sun pierced the horizon. A totally vacant drive home, while I dredged over what just went down.
         I had asked an old fellow in the lobby, after leaving the boy, for the monitoring station. First he made sure he presented himself properly. So, I was informed he was from Nigeria. A janitor, his mop and bucket made that clear to me. I saw he had Down Syndrome, he told me his name was "Obi", and gave me a big smile with his head thrown back.
         "I! I will show you." the eighty three year old man announced to me, as he left his mop leaning against the wall, and just began walking. I followed his beaten-up tired work boots down the hall that scuffed with every step he made.
         Once Obi closed the door I was alone in the hum of computers. Boxes slumped sadly forgotten in the dark of one corner. Ancient metal and plywood desks on the opposite walls. I pulled a chair over to where the screens where. I ran over and over what I saw in observation center.
         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.
         I lost track of Jacob a few months.

          Jacob apparently adapted in a peculiar, way. Enjoyed when people shuffled by. Prudently far and glass barrieded away from him.
         In reality, his PJ's became small. Jake could see his filthy naked feet, and it was tight all over. His nest he built in the far right corner of his cage was comfortable...
         Time.
         The absolute state, the very essence of change. Hollow of mercy, love, sadness, where what follies of men, or women, wishes, hope, have no meaning in it's pass.
         Months had drawled into deformed creatures, weeks. Aware of the amount of wasted, so many dates squandered_ one after another.
         Days leaked into the next. Forgotten unperceived days that pile into one huge angry lump of doe.
         I became plain as daylight to the child's eyes, the bear pajama deal was over. People gawking at him believing he is anything other than human, done.
         Obi, which filled the kid with content telling him his name meant "God's Heart" of "Father's Heart" in Nigeria. Said to him "You're lost white boy! You don't belong Jake-up! you just don't"
         Lisa's drabby eyes popped out from the barely ajar door. Her gaze was as sour as always.
         She made him uneasy, rude, and rough in whatever he had to do with her.
          It was about five fifty in the afternoon, "Hi! Jake, umm, your Mother's dead. Ok? O.D I suppose."

         Quickly as she appeared she was gone. The door locked.