"Oh sh*t that's high" I said to myself as I looked down a building. I took a tiny step forward and I shook. Everything was shaking. My legs were shaking rapidly that I almost can't stand. The tears falling from my eyes are like waterfalls. I took a deep breath and looked down once again. Why am I here? What drove me to this? Is it because I have no friends? I'm a loner? Wrong. I have friends I'm not a loner. They're just all... Fake. Friends who take advantage of you. Once your life gets all f**ked up they leave. One by one friends come and go. But I might not know. Since I don't want to see tommorow. 'They all left me... Those assh*les left me' I took another step and was on the edge. 'sh*t. So I'm doing this...' I looked down once again. And looked back, thinking about bailing. 'sorry everyone, but I hate u all' I leaped forward off the building. This is the end of me, the end of Tim. As I fell alot of things entered my mind. How's my orphanage, how's my dog, how's my "brothers" and most importantly my dad. I was adopted but always felt at home. Cozy in my own room and soft bed. I had nothing, and they didn't have much but gave me something. That's the best feeling I had. The warm feeling in my heart that just lifted my spirits and removed any fatigue. But I had too much pain. The wind blew all my tears away from my eyes. And my legs stopped. I didn't regret it. I don't regret jumping. This is my end.

"AAAH" *Pant pant * I woke up in my room. 'Sht. A nightmare.' i thought. "You're gonna be late! Hurry lil bro" My brother entered the room with an annoyed look. He was wearing a nicely fitted suit and tie. "Date?" I asked. "No idiot. It's work. Cmon hurry" " sure sure"

I entered the car of my brother Jace. "Ready?" he asked with a smug smile as usual. Well, he is a prideful narcissistic brother. "yep"

"Yo. How's you're job?" I asked. "Perfect. Too easy bro. And I earn alot. I'm too amazing." "Ha! I'm way better" "sure sure what's you're job? Oh yeah school. What's my job? Oh it's nothing just the owner of a major company bringing you to school on a ferrari" "Yeah yeah stop flexing" My brother then turned on a radio and the news came. "On midnight a young man committed suicide. He jumped off the building at 12:24 am. His name was Tim."

Tim, the guy from my dream awhile ago. Did I know him? Anyway my name Jaz 15 years old. And son of the owner of "Peach" a major company. Exactly. I'm rich.