Dream Turned Nightmare

So far, a young man who is depressed travels to the city of his dreams (New York) to carry out his final act of suicide.
So far it's only a work in progress
My idea for the story is that the prologue is actually what could happen at the end of the story

Prolouge:

Dream turned Nightmare

I've always wanted to be something special. Like  a lot of people, I'm sure. Maybe a famous writer who pens to next generational phenomenon, or a famous actor, scientist or director. Maybe develop a cure for cancer, or solve world hunger? Sure, I'm smart, but more than likely I won't do any of those things. I've always wanted to make sure I did something with my life, make the most of everyday and live it to it's best potential.

Unfortunately,  I don't feel it's going to go that way anymore.

I didn't even bother checking the name of this place on the way up, but here I am, standing over the edge of oblivion. A lot of things brought me to where I am now, but they don't really matter anymore. It's not like it'd make a difference if I told you. At the end of the day I'll end up having the be scrapped off the side of the pavement with a shovel, and the picked up by news programmes the world over: "Missing teen resurfaces in tragic New York Suicide" As I slowly teeter backwards over the edge, I remember reading a book, or maybe it was in a movie, that dying, as sad as it is, is an art in itself. Maybe then I can accomplish something beautiful

Arms spread wide, I begin my decent.

 

The End

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