Iker sat on top of a building looking down. He had never been bothered by the heights. It was almost like this was the way he should end it. Jump from the heights and die. It sounded good in his head.
Iker took a deep breath and wiped away his tears. There he was. This was it. Iker looked down to the few people walking down. They had no idea who he was. They had no idea his body would be soon on the street bloody. He couldn’t continue his life anymore. It was too rough. No one cared about him. No one loved him. He should just jump.