Wake up, Go to work, go home, sleep. And so the cycle continues. My daily routine, it's the thing I live by, only interrupted on special occasions. Last year, for example.
On my way to work (I was walking, I don't bother driving.) I noticed a small crowd of people gathered at the edge of a building. They were screaming various sentences, but I couldn't make out anything. Curiosity led me to abandon my daily routine, to investigate the crowd.
Upon getting closer, I noticed a man, with a megaphone. Around him was said crowd of people. He looked official, like one of the king's workers. Strange, the king only sends his men for official gatherings, or crises.
He was screaming at the top of the building. Looking up, I was a plump, round man, sitting at the edge. He was high up but I could still see the fear in his eyes. The man with the megaphone shouted.
"Please, sir. Come down from the building, it's not worth it."
The man on the building continued to look down, not phased by what the man with the megaphone said. Everything was still for a minute, until the sounds of the man's tears hit the sidewalk.
The man with the megaphone tried to negotiate further, but after a while his words became repetitive. Nothing he said would get the man off the wall.
After a while, the man on the wall, stood up on the edge, took a step forward, and fell.
Silence fell as the man hit the ground. His motionless body surrounded by a pool of blood.
A couple of people could be heard crying, but their sounds of sorrow were drowned out by the silence.
The quiet was interrupted by a woman pushing through the crowd.
"Donald?! Donald!!" She screamed, holding the lifeless body.
A year later, and my daily routine goes on. Everyday I pass by that wall. That horrid, horrid wall.
I watched a man die that day. A man can only imagine the kind of pain and suffering one must go through, to end his own life.
It's not that bad, I got a new job. I write children books now.
I've been working on something, tell me what you think.
Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall
Humpty Dumpty had a great fall
All the king's horses, and all the king's men,
Couldn't put Dumpty together again.