• On the top of the Trump hotel, staring down at the world. There was a light breeze, it made me feel fresh, almost like i was young again. I am just an old, useless seventy-two year old man, there probably isn't a soul on the earth that knows of my precense. I never had a child, nor did i ever get married. I am not needed on this earth, I help nobody, I am selfish, greedy and hate everyone. When I do jump i might as well go straight through the ground and into hell, I belong there, forever and for always. I would end up being best friends with the devil and therefore god's arch enemy. I feel the need to jump, to be put in my place. There were now at least a hundred citizens yelling and cheering ungratefully "Jump, jump, jump". The police were closing the roads and shoving the impatient pedestrians away from the suicide scene. Was it really time, time to end my life full of misery and hate? Yes it was time. My heart started pumping faster, i got on to the edge of the rooftop and I loosened all my muscles and fell over the twenties of stories on the Trump hotel. It was all over. Goodbye cruel world. P.S. this is a fiction story i am not actually 72 yrs old.thx 4 reading.