.. A man awoken from what seemed to be a forgotten sumber. His expression was not so much as confused, but more tiresome, almost as if he was awaking from a hangover from a night of heavy drinking, thank god the alcohol didn't kill him, or perhaps he wished it did...

the man attempted to take a stand on the foundation of the ground, his legs still wobbling, possible still feeling uneasy among the abandoned city... there had been no bar near him so it most likely was not a hangover, had it actually been a hangover, he should have been thrown out of a nearby bar, however, once again he was near no such bar.

he was bleeding from his head, but hadn't realized it himself quite yet
"uhh, i feel like i hit my head." the man muttered, but by the look of his face he might have done more than simply just "HIT HIS HEAD"

he slowly turned around to a wall... colorful the wall was, even with on single color... there was a quote of a motto, "hello new city" it would have said had it not been... EDITED... it seemed to be re written to say "goodbye old city" the writing of the new phrase was so disorderly, you'd think that who ever wrote it was strongly implying something... like it was there final last words.

memories can back to him... he wrote what was on the wall... he was no sure why, but he had a solidified idea as to why.

 "heh heh, t-this is some nice art work... i-i wonder who the artist is" he tried to laugh off the fact that it was his doing... but with it burned into his memory, he still denied it all. guess it's true what they say: "people often deny what they don't want to believe"


 the man continued laughing, giggling and chuckling... something dripped on his forehead "huh ?" the man stopped his chuckling into madness. he looked up... after what he saw, there was no denying it...

a body hung from the top of the building, not just any body, his body... it was becoming clear as to what happened, living his life as a family man he felt that he was starting to disappear from peoples lives... not even his wife and daughter seemed to notice him anymore... so why not... but i guess it's like every suicidal victim... the moment you do it, you quickly wish you hadn't... choking on his own rope he cried for help...he pleaded, he begged... but no one came... not even death came to his door step...

 the man kneeled down... and screamed to the top of his lungs, his pupils no longer visible in his eyes... then the man fainted once again... the realization of his suicide was so tramtizing it might have gave him a heart attack...

if only he still had one...