A cold night on the eleventh floor of a building located in the city of New York, an ashtray overflowing with ashes of tobacco and cigarette filters, the warm repair of a figure fogs a little the large window that lets you see part of the city, a broken bottle of alcohol gives off small drops of liquor and blood that came off the hand of that subject, a smoke to the cigarette in his hand and then place it in that ashtray.
"Did you ever think you would end up like this? "Honestly it's a nice apartment, the big windows and the chandeliers, I always wondered how I could have everything like you do" the boy smiles as he sees the person looking at him "in case you don't remember me so well, my name is John, you should know that by now" he said as he looked across the room, the guy put on his glasses and saw John "of course I remember you, excuse me, I'm a little bad with voices, I remember seeing you before" he said as he sat down on a small couch next to the bed.
"So you do know who I am, how wonderful" he said as he gave a small laugh, "you are Mark, I know you very well, I think more than anyone else" Mark showed a surprised face for what John had mentioned "really ? I guess it could be because of my big business or companies, I am known all over the country" John gave a small laugh and looked at the floor "sure, I know that and more about you" he looked at him fixedly "changing the subject, how were you able to enter my apartment" Mark asked "there is nothing to stop me from doing it" but, why are you coming, do you have any bad intentions?" John just turned his eyes to another direction "I am looking for company".
"Since I can remember my life has been full of ups and downs, my parents are and always will be the most important thing for me, they gave me everything I needed to live a happy life full of luxuries like the ones you have, I felt very comfortable with all the things they offered me, but until one of those days when I was in the middle of the night, I felt very comfortable with all the things they offered me, but one of those days when I was in the middle of the night I felt very comfortable with all the things they offered me, but until one of those days on my birthday I made a big mistake that I don't want to talk about" he just stood up "I think it's time for me to go" Mark followed him until he grabbed his shoulder "hey, don't worry, I can listen to you if you want, don't hurt yourself anymore by keeping those things" John looked him in the eyes "do you really think you are capable of listening to my tragic events? " Mark nodded his head a little, John took a cigarette out of his bag and gave it to Mark "when you finish smoking it, I'll tell you what's left" Mark took it and a little surprised he smoked that cigarette and then put it back in the ashtray.
"That birthday without hesitation, I think it will be the only one I can't get out of my mind, a great party full of people and good music, the decorations and illuminations filled that big room, the alcohol went to my head and the crazy things of my friends under the effect of it, everything seemed fun between us, my friends and I went out to drive for a while with dad's new car through those streets, John just stayed quiet and looked at Mark without any other reaction "is something wrong? "asked Mark, John just took another cigarette out of his pocket and gave it to Mark "smoke" following the boy's orders he smoked the other cigarette.
"The speed of the car was going over the speed limit and my friends and I were just thinking about the adrenaline rushing in our blood, my mother was calling my phone but I was not answering her calls, we were going over all the cars on the streets and jumping the traffic lights, when we got close to my apartment the control of the car got out of my hands and I crashed with a car" John, showed a sad face while talking about those events "my friends and I ended up seriously injured but alive, Unfortunately I can't say the same about the driver of the other car, after waking up from that place and seeing my father's car destroyed I only thought about the problem I had committed, the effect of the alcohol didn't let me think well at all, until I reacted when I recognized the affected car, my eyes filled with tears and my vocal cords didn't let me say a word when I saw my mother's lifeless body in that car".
Mark was speechless as he looked at him, John got up from the bed and walked out of the room, towards the hallway of the house "after I recovered my father was never the same with me, the pain in his heart completely mowed down his son's love turning it into hate and disappointment, He loved her as much as I did, but for him I never did, I never felt the same love he had for her, every night was full of alcohol and cheap cigarettes, threats and out of control fights, beatings and humiliations that only make me wonder if my father ever really loved me, he never learned to forgive me or to open his eyes and know that the pain that he felt I also lived it, the only thing I expected from him was an apology for everything that I got to cause, a sincere apology like the ones I said every day with all the pain in the world of being the guilty of that serious mistake" he opened the door of a room and entered "don't go so fast" Mark entered and saw John sitting on the floor, the room stank and all the things were on the floor, clothes, decorations, broken glass, "what happened here? "Mark asked, he touched his bag and took out one of the cigarettes that John gave him, when he looked in front of him all he saw was the dead body of his son and in his ear he only heard one word "smoke".
