Chapter 1: Ending this misery
A homeless man sat at the edge of a mountain with a half-filled glass of alcohol in one hand while looking at the beautiful night sky.
From where he was, he could see the lights of cars speeding across the roads, buildings as tall as the mountains, and sounds of music being played from multiple clubs nearby.
Normally, he wouldn’t be one to take peace in these sorts of things. Parties and so on have never been ones to interest him.
The only reason he even truly entered a club was when he needed to go begging for food. Most times he would be thrown out, and sometimes, he would be lucky enough to get a half bottle of alcohol.
He took a quick chug of the drink.
"Tastes like shit."
Not like he was one to complain. Beggars can’t be choosers, as they say.
He knew that all too well, more than anyone else.
Any other night, and he would have thrown the alcohol away and headed to bed.
But this night was different.
Yes... This was the night he planned to finally do it.