short storys

TW: suicide, alcohol

i look across the city skyline, apartment lights go out one by one, people leave various buildings, some dressed all fancy, some in drag, and other in costumes. i wait. i wait for everyone to clear out. if i'm going to go, i'll be going alone.

i sit down, taking the last swig from the bottle of whiskey. if the fall doesn't kill me, alcohol poisoning surely will. i look at the skyline again, and smile. 

i step off the ledge, flipping to face the sky. everything seems like its in slow motion. my life flashes before my eyes, but i don't regret falling. it's not like i was a bad person, i was a cop, i was gonna get a promotion. i know im going to be missed, but at least my parents and friends will bury me, because they're dead too.

i watch the windows pass by, the rooftop disapears, as does everything else. i smile. i'll be with my family now.