Chapter 1
I ran up the building with a dash of speed that I never believed I was capable of before. As I reached the top, I slammed the door shut behind me and finally laid down feeling the cold, empty embrace of the rain that pushed down onto my skin. I laid down to finally think. To rest. To wonder how or why this happened the way it did. To beat myself up for letting things go this far, to hate myself for everything I did leading up to this moment, to wonder why my life turned out this way, to ask the question to God,
“Why do you hate me?”. But, of course, I could never be that lucky. I was never that lucky.
I turned around in a bolt of sheer human instinct and watched the door come crashing down, smashing against the moist concrete ground beneath it. I turned around knowing full well what was about to happen, but there was nowhere for me to go. I was on a roof and the only door to get the hell out of here was emerging with what I could only describe as the empire of police officers.
“Put your hands in the air right now!” one of them screamed and I frantically ran toward the edge of the roof. By the time I finally came to my senses and turned around, my entire body felt a shock, followed by an instantaneous surge of pain that rippled through my entire being. I felt myself being plunged backward and, only at the moment that I could no longer see the policemen, but rather the sky, was the moment I realised what was happening. I was about to fall to my death. I was about to die.
Is it really fair for me to die this way?
Who am I kidding? I deserve this.
