Trigger warning: suicide....maybe...

Pete:

It's only been two months since I was drunk and broke up with the only person that brought me happiness, I just didn't want to go to prison, I would've been someone's bitch.

I sat on my couch taking swigs of the cold beer in my hand, it took the pain away only for a little while sadly, I know when I become sober everything will just come crashing down back down on me.

Patrick texted and called me so many times but I just turned my phone off not even sure if what I was doing was right, I didn't want to hurt the poor kid, but for once in my life I was actually happy but I over thought and that's what brought me to leave my Patrick but I'm sure he will find someone else eventually.

And that's when I finally broke down for the first time since we broke up I just lost it, tears threatened to escape and they finally did finding their way from my eye to my cheek and down where they splashed to the ground.

"Im alone now.." I muttered to myself finally feeling pain I should've felt months ago.

I took another swig of the beer I was drinking before going to my closet putting on my best suit and writing on a piece of paper, I put it in my pocket before I grabbed a bottle of pills getting my phone and keys before going out into my car where I drove to the tallest building in Chicago.

I put on my playlist of all my favorite songs as it was quite a long drive giving me time to thing a pros and cons list.

Pro: Patrick will get over me and live happily ever after.

Con: he could become depressed and throw himself off a building as well....

What am I saying? Patrick would never do that, he doesn't love me....no one does.

He doesn't love me and that's the whole point to this whole problem I'm going to fix, I won't be hurting anymore. No one cares, no one has ever cared I've just been so alone....Just me.

I kept driving deciding I was ready to end my pointless life, we're all gonna die anyways why not take control of it!

I was stuck in my mind, I was thinking everyone hates me, everyone has always hated me...I should've died a long time ago.

I parked my car in the car park taking the stairs to the roof of some office company building. It was a long walk up the stairs. I started to feel the weight lift off my shoulders the closer I got to the top.

Seeing the floor numbers add up just made me feel so much lighter until I finally reached the top. I put my hand out slowly gripping the cold doorknob before turning it at a slow rate opening it to the outside world.

I walked slowly to the edge looking down and that's when I took the pills out of my pocket counting them in my hand, "Eight...so I'll be dead for sure even if the fall doesn't kill me" I swallowed the pills dryly smiling when I got them all down my throat.

I grabbed the edge of the railing standing on it looking down, "Nobody will ever remember me..." I whispered before turning around spreading my arms falling backwards and that's when my life flashed before my eyes....Patrick....