Category : Books-Fiction

Sub Category : Horror

(This is NOT a biography in any way)
Idiot, retard, fuckface. ANYTHING that hurts has been thrown my way. My miserable way. Ever since I was born nothing but misery has been thrown my way. My mom died when I was born. I was left with my dad. He got killed by a maniac wielding a gun in a convince store, a fucking convince store. I Was left with my uncle. He got cancer just one month after I was born. He couldn't take care of me anymore.

I got sent to a adoption center. Two years later I get adopted by a family. I grew up in this family believing it was my own. 10 years later and the truth is said to me. But it wasn't a surprise because my two parents were black and I was white. That's when it all went downhill.

When everyone in my school knew that I was adopted. They started to bully me for it. Like I had any control over it.

Fast forward 3 years and I'm in 11 grade. Still being bullied for different things. I had enough of this. I need to end it. I won't let it end boringly. It will end with a bang.

My father is a police man and he has a stash of guns in a closet. This morning I went to that same closet and took one of those guns and hid it in my school backpack. On first period my bullies picked on me. Just the fuel that I needed. On lunch break I went to the bathroom and took out the gun it felt like revenge itself embodied into one singular thing.

I went out of the bathroom and the teacher saw my gun the first kill felt good all the rage and anger released into one bullet. The bullies were the first students to see my gun and the way they ran was just not fast enough for my bullet. With every shot, the kick of the gun felt amazing. About 20 minutes pass and now I run out of bullets.

 As the cop sirens are herd, I quickly rob a teacher's car and go on my way.
I go past so many cars of different colors. Some of the color red, reminding me of what I just did l, it felt good. I stop the car up front the empire state building. And I go to one of the elevators I hit the top floor button. About 5-10 minutes pass and I'm still on the elevator. The elevator rings and opens it's doors. I walk up to the edge and just stand there. One simple breeze could knock me out of balance. But nothing happens. The elevator opens again and about five cops come out. They say:

-Don't jump, we can sort this out
I reply with:
-Why would I come down now? I'm at the top. 

And with that I take one more step. As I fall sweet, sweet air flows through my body. I open my eyes and see as the ground gets closer to me.
I close them one last time and hope for the best. As I hit the concrete ,head first, I  feel the relief finally come to me. As I now fell nothing I am happy.