The Silent City
*sigh*... I was bored. So very incredibly bored. I suppose some people would consider what I was doing as overreacting, but I couldn't deal with the same thing over and over again. Every day was get up, go to work, go home, and repeat. It was unbearable. One night I decided I couldn't take it any more. This brings us up to date in my story so far.
I was standing up on the roof of one of the tallest buildings. This hell hole of a city was beautiful, in an over industrialized kind of way. As I stood there admiring it I looked over the river that ran through the middle of the city at the large structure that stood there. It had three large rings, two of which seemed to go randomly around a point in the middle, while the other one seemed to spin on a perfectly vertical axis. I never knew what it was but it had always mesmerized me. I guess now I will never know. At this point I was stalling. I knew what I had to do. I wiped my hands over my face as I walked over to the edge.
As I stood I looked down at all the "normal" people who seemed perfectly content with doing the same thing every day. Ironically enough, I was about to add some variety to their oh so "normal" life. I took one last look around the city and once again, as I had so often done, became perplexed by the structure across the river. I forced myself to look away, for I knew my hour had come. Slowly, I leaned forward and fell. The wind against my face combined with the knowledge that I was about to die... it was the most exciting thing that had happened to me in a long time, and it felt so good. I looked down and saw a taxi cab.
'Yellow', I thought. A terribly simple thought I know, but when you're committing suicide you don't exactly have enough time to ponder on the mysteries of the universe. As I saw it approaching I closed my eyes, relishing my last few moments. It hurt for only a second as I landed.
*thud* I heard my body fall onto the roof of the cab as excruciating pain exploded throughout my body. Very quickly however, all the feelings I had ever had were gone, in my body at least. I did have one final moment to think as I felt everything begin to slip away.
'Thats odd, my life never flashed before my eyes', I thought in my final moments. The last feeling in my head wasn't one of pain, after all I was dead (I don't know if you've ever experienced death but there isn't a whole lot of pain once you reach you're destination). The last thing I could feel was every thing I had ever thought shattering into a million pieces, as if it were made of glass.