A/N: This orginally started as a script for one of my Cinema classes, then I've decided to make a short story version of it. I hope you enjoy it.

It started out as a normal day and was about to end as a normal day until tragedy struck, a tragedy of life. This tragedy started on a quite evening, in a small area surrounded by darkness, and then suddenly the sound of a door knob occurred. As the door slowly opened, light was spreading to room piece by piece as if it was waiting for the person who opened the door to enter. With the door half open, a figure starts to enter, as he enters the room, the mysterious figure, raises his arm and reaches for the light switch and presses it.

As the dark space is surrounded with light, the figure turns out to be a skinny, dark skinned man with short straight hair wearing a white messy shirt and black trousers with little holes on it, wearing an old ring on his finger and carrying a piece of paper in his hand. He just stands still in front of the door, with a worn out look on his face. It was a look that made it seem that he lost something important. He stares at the area which happens to be an old and small apartment. He slowly enters the apartment and closes the door; he then continues to walk through the old living room, he was walking in such a slow manner as if he was dragging a boulder tied to his waist.

He enters a small kitchen, opens the fridge, which didn't contain anything except a loath of bread, pieces of chicken, some half full jars and bottle of soda. He reaches for the water and the loath of bread, and then takes out the chicken; he heads back to the living and puts his food on the table, which was filled with a stack of paper work that included a notice of late gas payments, taxes, debts, payment of rent…etc. He clears the table of the papers as he sets his plate and starts eating his food, he was eating his food piece by piece as if his movements were mechanical operated by an old worn out engine. The cold pieces of chicken that's been in the fridge for a period of time, left a sour taste in his mouth but what could he do, he hasn't paid the gas bill in a period of three months, therefore the gas company cut off his gas and this wasn't the only bill he didn't pay. He however tried to eat his food in his peace.

However this peaceful moment was interrupted by a number of stiff knocks on the door followed by a loud, rough and angry voice.

"Hey! It's about time you got here! Mr. Nour!" called out the voice that appears to be a voice of an angry woman n her late 40's.

"Answer me, this is The Land Lord!" she continued to call out "I know you're in there you damn thief!! Your rent is overdue either pay up or get out of the building! Hey! Are You Listening!? Open The Damn Door!! "

Nour however doesn't pay attention to the voice and continues to finish his food. He puts his plate in the old sink, and then goes to the old bathroom to wash his hands before heading to the bedroom, taking with him the piece of paper he just received from work.

He enters the bedroom, and then closes the door. He looks at the piece of paper he brought in with him then slowly walks to his working desk and gently tosses the paper on it. He then walks towards his bed, still having the mourning look on his face. He sits on the bed, he sits still for a second then raises his head up for a moment takes a deep breath then lowers it a bit and gazes at his desk. He then hears the land lord still shouting outside his door.

"Listen You Son Of A Dog! I know you're in there!" the land lord raising her voice even louder

"If you don't open this bloody door and pay the rent, I'll call the bloody police!" She threatened

"Open the Bloody Door! Do You Hear Me? YOU GOOD FOR NOTHING BASTARD!!!!"

However it appeared that he was in a really depressing mood to care. He started to gaze at the pictures on the shelves of him from childhood till him sitting in his secretary desk; next to the pictures were certificates. The pictures represented his social status from school he had a lot of friends, then his eyes moved to a group of pictures of he when went to college with smaller number of friends then a picture of him with his colleagues at the company's grand opening, then pictures of him in adulthood with fewer friends, until the picture of him and his desk in the office, without anyone besides him.

He then turns his attention to a frame with a small crack on the glass on the small table near his bed, with a picture of him and a woman (his wife) and next to it a ring and a piece of paper. The woman in the picture is almost covered by the crack on the glass while Nour's image is clear. Then he suddenly started to hear a voice.

"I can't believe you!" called out the voice." We've been married for a long time yet it appears that you married your paper work instead!"

He puts his hands on his ears trying not to hear the voice but to in vain.

"If your work is more important than me, then divorce me!"

He finally comes out of it, giving a shocked look on his face, he then looks at the old ring on the small table that looks almost identical to his ring and under it are the divorce papers. It was as if his dedication to his work instead of his social life was a crime and his punishment was a "sentence to isolation". He slowly gets up, walks towards his working desk and slowly opens his drawer. He starts to breathe heavily as he looks down at the drawer, his shock and mourning face then into an emotionless look as if he lost all his emotions. He was in such a state that he doesn't hear the angry land lord knocking on his door anymore; it was as if sound has left his room, all was heard was the sound of his heart beat.

He then looks at the piece of the paper he brought in, lying in the middle of his desk. He then stretches his hand towards the opened drawer, the more the hand drew closer, the more it was shaking and the higher the beating of his heart. As his hand finally reached the drawer, his heart stopped pounding and for a moment the room was in a state of silence……..

Suddenly, the silence was broken a loud gunshot. With occurrence of the gunshot, all sound has returned to the room as if the gunshot was a sound of a radio switch.

"What The Hell Are You Doing In There, You Crazy Bastard!?" Called out the land lord…"What Was That Gunshot!?"

"If You Think The Sound Of A Gun Is Gonna Scare, Then You Don't Know Who You Are Messing With!!"

"OPEN THIS DAMN DOOR! DO YOU HEAR ME!!!!?"

………Alas, he could not her nor he will ever again for all what was left in the bedroom was his lifeless and a small pool of blood, and the piece of paper on his desk was dribbling with blood, covering everything but the statement on the paper……………

"We Regret To Inform You That Your Services In The Company Are No Longer Required."