There it is...
I stood on the corner, on the edge, stuck between memory lane and hell. Ok, I'm exaggerating. It's not hell but it could be, maybe it will become hell if I stay.
Stood before me was a tall dark building. It seemed to stand over all the other buildings and gloom over the beautiful houses. It is so depressing. My feet seemed glue to the edge of the corner. Looking at the building gave me a chill down my spine. A small breeze had passed through me, I shivered.
I looked around the street, no one was around, no one to be seen. Although the street is usually quiet, it felt eerily quiet. Is that a sign?
Was my life worth all of this? Was a dark building worth living for?