Hope

The Beggining

Today is your last day you decide, staring up at the 67 storey building that has claimed your life for the past 10 years. Entering the building, you wait for the lift for it to sacrifice its free time to you to take you to the top of the building. No matter what you did each day, the building and its residents still beat you to the ground, emotionally.

To add to that, the amount of times people would beat the crap out of you was too long to count. The numbers were endless. But the worst of it was emotionally. "ya retard" or "kill yourself" or "I should have aborted you". It was those kinds of words. They stole your the last bit of your fucking confidence that you had and passed it off as their own. That's what everyone did though. Beat you in some sort of way, especially family. Last time checked, family were meant to be there for you but clearly fucking not. People easily left you with all the happiness you had.

Everything you had.
Everyone you knew were insufferable bastards.

At the top of the building, you eagerly searched for something, anything, to get to the roof. There was a small little square that was there to get to the roof, but you had tried opening that before and it hadn't opened before for you. Trying anything to open it, ideas filled your head. One stood out though, try unscrewing the nails with whatever you could find there. If the objects failed, you vowed you would get the screwdriver you had at home and would attempt opening the door. So you did just that. After many attempts of trying to open it, you finally got though.
"ah shit, thus is a tough one to get through" you said, muttering to yourself.