Short story time!

 ( felt like writing it)

‘Ben’ is a young man living in the city. Ben is depressed, suicidal, and incredibly tired of the life he is living. He lives a monotonous life, filled with the same routine; get up in the morning, go to work, spend his day doing things he resents, and go home to sleep. every day he day dreams about 'ending it', giving it all up and just sleeping forever.  Because God knows, he is tired.

So very tired.

One day, he daydreams that he steps in front a speeding bus on his way to work. Another day, while getting dressed for work he imagines himself using his tie to hang from the ceiling. Finally, on his way home from work he picks up a gun he had purchased. Next day he goes to his office, the 17th floor of a large corporate building. Its floor to ceiling windows gleaming, cold and emotionless like the world it belongs to.

 Ben wastes no time. gripping a sharpened pencil, he calmly stabs his next-door neighbour, a co-worker crammed into his tiny cubicle. Before anyone has a chance to react, Ben removes the gun from his suitcase. Blood, screams, tears. This, Ben finds relaxing. He finds it invigorating. He finally feels free.

Sadly, reality does not agree with his view. Has it ever? When he hears the police arrive, sirens blaring, Ben knows he is doomed. He will be arrested, placed on trial, found guilty in a matter of minutes and sentenced to prison. Taken away from the glimpse of freedom he had just witnessed.

Unless. Yes. This is the prefect opportunity. Ben had always been too cowardly to actually kill himself. Too weak, too scared. But the arrival of the police give him the perfect excuse.

Reaching the elevator, he takes it for one last trip to the rooftop. Pressing the button, Ben closes his eyes and smiles. To be able to do all this, break away from the usual routine and do what you want, is all he could ever ask for. He wants nothing more from life. He is content.

The wind is defeaning, and he can still hear the sirens below. But all Ben can see, all he cares about, is the bed. That bed, floating mere inches from the edge, waiting for him. Calling to him. Begging him to just rest.

Because God knows, he is tired.

So very tired.