It was the time of night and New York City was illuminated by its impressive buildings and skyscrapers, it was lively outside as the roads were busy with constant traffic and the skyline looked amazing.
However, on the 15th floor of some tall building somewhere in the large city—there was an apartment that gave off gloomy vibes.
It was dark in the living room as the tube light flickered a few times and then went off, the apartment was deathly silent and only the glowing moon as well as the bright city provided a dim source of light.
Upon closer inspection, the living room was quite messy as everything was spread out chaotically all over the place. There was a certain eerie, ghostly vibe to the place which would instantly make anyone depressed.
Amidst the darkness, something moved on the couch. Turned out a person was laying on it all along—which made the whole scenario even eerier.
The person laying depressingly on the couch was none other than Asher Hale—A nineteen-year-old university student who had recently lost his parents in a shootout.
Asher moved about his right arm in search of the TV remote not bothering to sit properly, his left arm was over his face covering it as if to hide away the immense sorrow and rage that was painted all over.
Gradually after throwing off some more random objects on the floor, he felt the touch of the TV remote on the nearby side table just beside the couch.
Asher clicked the power button lifelessly pointing the remote at the TV and it turned on with an abrupt flash shedding more light in the living room.
Asher's face finally became visible as the TV turned on, he was a teenage boy with dark circles under his baggy eyes, blond hair with a handsome face on which an empty, exhausted expression was looming, ruining his image.
The creepy silence finally broke by the noise of momentary TV static as shortly the default telecom channel played out with those nonsensical commercials of those products that no one looks at.
"Tch," Asher clicked his tongue in annoyance as the so-called entertainment broadcasting channels played on the TV even though it was the tenth time he had aggressively tapped the next button.
A strange scene played out as Asher tapped the next button in perfect sync with the ticking of the clock. It was as if some sort of bizarre pressure was building up filled with irritation, anger, and depression each time a new channel appeared on the TV.
Just as Asher was about to throw the damn remote at the TV, a news channel played out with news that concerned him on a very personal level.
His hand which was raised with the remote tightly clenched in his fist slowly went down as he heard the familiar voice of the news anchor.
"We're comin' in today with the development on the recent murder of Mr. James Hale, the CEO of Hale Technologies and Softwares Co. Lmt." The beautiful woman with brown hair spoke from across the TV.
Asher's hand slumped down in resignation as he heard his father's name and finally raised his head and looked at the TV.
"As we have previously reported—Mr. Hale was shot in the chest nearly a week ago, the police did arrest the suspect but in today's court hearing the suspect has been judged to be innocent. However, many believe that Mr. Hale was deliberately killed in a conspiracy and that the suspect has been freed with the help of 'powerful' individuals." The beautiful news anchor spoke in a neutral tone.
Just as the words left her mouth, Asher abruptly snapped in anger and threw the remote at the TV as the booming sound of 'crash' and then 'crack' rang in the room.
The poor TV was eternally silenced for no reason as Asher curled up on the couch while breathing heavily. The room was again enveloped in darkness and eerie serenity.
Asher could no longer control himself as he wept silently all alone in the darkness curled up on the couch.
"I hate this rotten world! I hate it I hate it I HATE IT! FUCKK!!!! Why... What did we ever do to anyone to deserve this? Mother... Father... You... You have left me all alone... In- in this... cruel Fucking world! Wuu... Wuu...." Asher muttered in his lonesome amidst muffled sobs as worm tears spilled out from his eyes.
"And even though I know that I won't get my justice... I can't do a damn shit! If only I had the power... I'd fuck all those corrupt bastards! If... If only... *Cough... Cough*" Asher muttered slowly losing all hope.
He hadn't eaten in a while so he didn't even have enough strength to speak anymore.
He closed his eyes trying to calm himself but the image of his parents happily smiling together popped into his mind finally breaking the dam of his emotions completely.
Asher smiles bitterly and got up from the couch, just in his first step though his foot banged into something on the floor at this point, no amount of pain would make him flinch.
He walked limply moving further to the side and picked up a pen and paper from another small table.
He pondered what to write in his farewell letter, perhaps a massage that would invoke sympathy from the people or something else. He did not know.
His hands were shaking with fear as what he was about to do terrified him and he was still lacking in resolve. His tears fell on the paper making a few small wet dots on it; he closed his eyes to control himself but once again the image of the happy family that one was flashed in his mind.
This time, he did not open his eyes. Gradually every happy and sad moment he ever had gone through in his life played out in his mind like a movie tape.
And at the post-credits of the movie was one single phone call that completely flipped his life to its head.
Asher had no more tears to spill anymore, his hands that were shaking became stable as his face became cold.
On the paper that was wet from his tears, he scrambled in big words, "FUCK THIS SHITTY ROTTEN WORLD AND ALL THE ROTTEN PEOPLE IN IT!"
In the dead of night and the eerie silence. Asher folded the paper and left it as it is on the table.
He heaved a sigh as if to forget all the pain and burdens and smiled happily, or rather he tried to smile happily. In truth, his smile was forever lost after that one phone call.
Asher walked forward in the darkness heading toward his balcony, New York City was still busy, cars were coming and going, the small red lights on top of the towers were blinking, and the world was the same as it was yesterday.
He opened the sliding door to the balcony and a cold breeze blew on his face. Taking in the beautiful night scenery of a bustling city, Asher went ahead getting close to the railing.
Then a very strong breeze blew.
And a shadow flashed from the 15 floors of the building.
A 'thud' noise sounded, lost in the background clamor of the city.
A star fell in the night sky, shadowed by the limelight of the modern world.
The world... That Never Changed.