A New Beggining

God, there's nothing good left in this world is there. Every one is just only worried about war, all this violence and hatred, it makes me sick why can't we just stop all the fighting and be kind to each other. It doesn't matter anymore for me any ways, this world doesn't need me anyways. How can a stupid 18 year old make a difference. Every thing I love is gone, My parents killed by a militia when I was 13, My older brother joined the troops to fight against OUR homeland, we were born in Russia but moved when we were little, I hate this place, I can't even go outside with out being insulted for still being proud of my homeland. My brothers MIA by the way or that's just the nice way of telling you he's dead but they can't find the body, serves him right for betraying Mother Russia. I just graduated High school but can't get a good enough job to support my self because NO WAY I'm joining the military. College isn't an option either, they'll just use our knowledge against the Russians. That doesn't matter anymore there's no point in me living anymore I'm going to jump of of The bridge near my house. It's the only pretty thing left in this rotten world. I'll take what few possessions I have with me and go.

I grab my bag and pack the following items: A picture of my family, my favorite book Battle Royale, The sickle I used to kill the soldiers that murdered my parents, and a bottle of Vodka (hey its delicious). I leave my sad old apartment and set off for the bridge. The sun begins to set and clouds begin to roll in. As I begin my ten minute walk I think of all the horrible things that have happened in my life, tears begin to flow from my eyes, I just can't take it anymore. It begins to rain its only about five minutes to the bridge, five more minutes of this horrible life. I'm about 3 minutes away from the bridge and as I start to cry harder the rain comes down faster. Then the lightning kicks in, now I'm scared, I all ways was afraid of that stuff and I don't now why. At last I am finally at the bridge I hop up on the ledge and look off into the beautiful horizon. The only pretty thing left in this spoiled world. On the ledge I begin to yell while crying and shaking "Vladimir Mamykin, Born October 20th 2000, St. Petersberg Russia, Died March 13th 2018, in this hell of a place." with my last words I take my jump. I never hit the water. A strange multicolor portal type thing surrounded me before I hit the water, did I die? That was my last thought before blacking out.