A twenty-six years old man is standing at a silent port, looking at the sea and trying his best to hold his emotions inside, his skin is pale, his eyes look like a deep well that has so much water in them that it is about to burst out with immense force. His name is Adam. He had just reached there, after running aimlessly from an art exhibition. He tried his whole life to hold this inside and on some occasions, it had burst out but this is something entirely different, he now realizes that this is the most a person can be broken by someone else and now he can no longer hold it.
The thoughts in his brain are so loud that he just wants to shut them off, and swipe them out clean, from their very roots. He started running, knowing what he had to do to stop them, he ran through the traffic, carelessly and almost aimlessly and eventually stopped at a point where he thought his whole life was leading, at the middle of a bridge, he knew that he should’ve done this years ago, it could’ve saved him a lot of pain but now, this pain was at its peak and unbearable.
He came to the edge and looked down at the water, he always loved being near water, some of the best memories he had were from the times when he used to visit his grandparents with his mother near a lake, and he found solace in the fact that the last thing he was going to feel, was water, even if it was the very thing that would take his life.
Robert, Adam’s father is in his prison cell which is the most secure prison cell in the facility that he was in, the prison had a very distinct shape, almost like a walnut from the inside. Robert was in chains tied all over his body since he was the person with no conscience and was in prision because of the devastation he had caused in someone’s life. He was always forming a plan to escape from this prison, he had tried a few times already and managed to break out but was captured after a while. But he never stopped planning, at every moment he saw that no new prisoners were coming in, he thought of an escape, at every announcement of peace and prosperity, he tried to escape.
He’s the only prisoner without any windows in his cell, but he has some friends who keep him informed. Being inside his cell was the best thing for someone in particular and he knew that that’s why he never once rested during his time in prison.
About one hour earlier, Adam and his friends decided to go to an Art Gallery which was not very far away from them. Adam was very fond of art, modern art in particular. All of them took a cab and on the way discussed the evolution of art from the renaissance period to the modern one. After about 40 minutes, they came out of the cab, took the Gallery ticket and went in. Adam was in a fine mood, the smile on his face was just like the smile children have when their parents buy them a big balloon or a tasty popsicle; Pure Joy.
And all of sudden, he was still, like he was having a mild stroke, his eyes were locked at this one painting. The painting of a helpless dog, drowning in the sand at a corner of this vast canvas, which was nothing but blank space.
Robert felt a disturbance in the prison, everybody was running around, the sirens were turned on and the guards started preparing for the worst. And unexpectedly a guard slipped a little picture in his cell. And at that moment Robert felt that all the chains around him melted at an instant and he felt immense power and pure strength, he burst out of the cell, like Hercules, and all the guards stood at both walls of the hallway which now looked infinite, it was pure white with red lights on the top corners and a little white like at the end of it. The guards charged at him and he did the same! It was a massacre, the number of guards was decreasing rapidly as the ruthless and furious Robert ripped through them, but they kept on coming. The hallway was now red and all the light at the end was no longer there. And after every single guard was stacked on top of one another and the floor transformed into bodies, Robert, like a conqueror, was walking on top of them in victory as he reached the end of the hallway. That door was the exit of the prison, he opened the door gently like he was sneaking out after all this chaos and stepped out of the prison.
He landed in a room that looked like a little boy’s room, with a bed, a study table, some posters and a window alongside a lamp. And there was lying a little boy, an 11 years old Adam. Robert, his father, came towards him as he was sleeping in peace in his little bed. He tried to wake him up by shaking him and said: “Your mother is gone”. The boy’s peaceful and sleepy face turned into a pale and terrified one. Robert took his arm and lifted him from his bed and dragged him towards the door, he opened the door and now the prison was transformed into their house, he dragged him into his room and tossed him onto his bed, and started unbuckling his belt.
Little Adam said nothing, absolutely nothing, he didn’t even scream as his father did the thing that no word is deep and sorrowful enough to describe, an act of cruelty, an act of selfishness, and an act of pure evil. The Little Adam just looked at the painting that was hanging on the wall in front of his father’s bed, that painting with a little dog, drowning in the sand at the corner of the canvas, with all this blank space above him, which looked like he was alone, drowning in nothingness which didn’t care about its insignificant existence.
And there was standing, the 26 years old Adam watching this painful event unfolding in front of him. This was the recreation of the worst memory he ever had, the memory that proved to him that the world isn’t Rainbows and Unicorns as everyone led him to believe. It was cold, dark and filled with people not capable of thinking past themselves.
And as this picture, which he fought so hard to not recall ever in his life, was there in front of his lifeless, he was ready to do anything to stop it.
And after trying to run from it, in the hopes of escaping it, he finally realized that the only escape was a final descent into the water.
The End
The Undefined Thinker 
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