Day

Today I saw a death.

It was night, so I couldn't really tell what happened.

I just saw him sitting on the windowsill and he paused.

Then he jumped, and I don't know anything else.

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It was another bright, sunny morning.

I could tell since the glare of sunlight fell straight onto my eyelids.

I didn't really have window blinds anymore. My parents made sure of that.

I got up and dragged myself over to the kitchen, rinsed my mouth, ate a piece of bread and went off to school.

School was the same, with a little twist.

Well, I lost my pen, so I couldn't take notes in class today and was scolded by the teacher for not completing my assignment.

I didn't say anything, since it seemed to me quite useless to argue with adults who didn't listen to reason.

I waited, and waited, and waited.

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The PA system went off.

It was my name being called.

I was to go to the principals office.

What did I do wrong now?

The principal told me that he had not received payment for my school fees for the second month in a row.

What was I to do? I just kept my mouth shut, as usual.

I waited until he was done, and walked out with no reply.

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Now I was late for my first job.

I worked hard, but I don't think my boss noticed.

I was late, and I got fired.

I indifferently walked off.

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At least I still had my second job.

My father used to work in a fast food joint, and now I do too.

My mother never approved of his job decision, but they never agreed on anything anyway.

He had a passion for food and wanted to work his way up, but I guess he didn't.

My second boss was a kindlier person, and knew that I was poor, so he let me take some food when the other employees weren't looking.

When I walked in, I saw everyone crowding over a letter stuck on the wall.

It seemed that we were under new management, and our boss had been replaced. Our new boss was horrible. Absolutely no one liked her, and I was no exception.

I couldn't stand her, even for one hour so I decided to quit.

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By the time I reached my ruined tower by the beach, it was night and the moon had already risen.

This was the only place where I was at peace.

But not today.

Today had been slightly worse than it usually was, but it was enough.

I didn't want to work anymore. I didn't want to go to school anymore.

Doesn't that sound childish?

It was a cold night, so I put on my best jacket and a pair of long pants.

I sat on the windowsill, looking at the wide expanse of black that usually calmed me.

I couldn't force myself anymore. I just couldn't.

I wanted to give up on everything.

My parents did. Why couldn't I?

They could never seem to agree.

They gave up on each other, then gave up on me, then gave up on themselves.

I didn't know, and frankly I didn't care anymore.

But I did know.

And I did care.

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Today I saw a death.

It was night, so I couldn't really tell what happened.

I was just sitting on the windowsill and then I paused.

Then I jumped, and I don't know anything else.