What do you do when you've lost everything? This question slammed
through Franks mind as he rolled a shot glass between his
fingers, the vodka which'd been inside slowly burning down his
throat. He stood on the roof of the twenty story building,
looking across at the lights and sounds of the city. It seemed so
ALIVE!! Not anymore, however. That brightness had been ripped
away for Frank, a facade revealing an existence of pain and
Why am I here? Frank thought despondently. Is this it? Pain and
"WELL?" Frank cried out on the roof, feeling disgusted.
"No," Frank muttered. "If this is it I don't want to be here
anymore." Zipping up his coat, Frank walked to the edge, leaned
over and tossed the empty glass. It shattered on the pavement,
narrowly missing passers by.
They all look like ants, he thought softly.
Is that the reality of it? Are we all just pawns being controlled
by some despicable god?
I've had enough.
The pavement came rushing towards Frank, the impact barely
noticeable to his deadened soul, but the pain afterwards... that
was excruciating, he thought slowly removed as organ after organ
Ah, here it is. The darkness slowly filled his vision.
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