Mountain

Part 1

"I didn't want to go on this mountain, it kind of makes me think, did anybody? Or was everyone else sucked into the same illusion I was? Life is terrible. But if I can manage to do this, maybe it won't be. Everything seems to get easier for people who manage to do something crazy. The chances of survival are so low. Maybe I subconsciously brought myself out here to die." I said, at the top of the mountain. I was still trying to decide if I was losing my mind, or if I've finally found it. "What did I expect to happen?" I said, rolling over into the snow. I pulled the bag strapped to my back off, losing the little bit of warmth it gave me. I unzip the bag and pull out a picture book. I start going through the gallery of photos, all of our family. Now that I'm atop the mountain, I noticed something about the pictures. The only ones with me, are seperate from the rest, and I'm alone. I never realized, that the last photo I took with family, was when I was old enough to be carried. Out of no where, the cold disappears, and I once again become warm. I know what this means. I stare at the photo book, trying to decide if I should die with it, or without it. My family never cared about me, they adopted me to look good to the press, why should I honor them by holding their photo book? What'll it do, make the press think I actually loved them? As I think, my decision is made for me. I lose all the energy I had to throw it, as it falls out of my hands and to my side. I sit there in the snow, not knowing when I'm going to die, but knowing it's coming. "At least I tried to do something interesting." I mumble, the last words that nobody will hear.