I climbed to the top of the building, looking out over the city. It was barely past midnight, and all the city lights were glowing.
It had been exactly a year since my best friend and "brother" had killed himself in this apartment building. He had shot himself in the chest, and when the neighbors heard the shot, they called the police. One of the police men didn't see where he was going and stepped on the gun. It shot the already half-dead boy in the head. The doctor said even if he had survived, he would have had permanent memory loss.
This is it.
I glanced down at the gun in my hand, then looked up at the sky. The full moon was out, but clouds covered most of it.
I held the gun to my chest and closed my eyes. I heard nothing but the wind rushing by and the pitter patter of the rain that had started to fall.
I took a deep breath.
"One..."
I though of all the bullies at school, how they used to beat me and torture me. The teachers, who would just stand by and watch. My parents, who never gave a damn about me. I thought of how soon all of that would be gone.
