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Gene worked his way up the stairs of the Textopolis main building, one horribly painful step at a time. His legs were heavy, and there was a knot in his gut that he couldn't untie. For what was he doing this? If they found out, the job would be done for him.
But he'd worked so hard all his life just so they'd never know. Everything he's ever done was so they'd never find out. They shouldn't know about everything wrong with him, how irreparably damaged he was. Some may pity him, others loathe him for it. So what? He didn't need their pity, he didn't need jack shit from them.
He just wished he could be normal, the way everyone else was. The way his parents wanted him to be. They always feigned not being bothered, they always told him to be himself when they knew how much that endangered him.
What hurt most of all was knowing how disappointed his parents must be. They surely wanted a normal kid, instead they got a useless malfunction. One who barely managed to hide it. One who always got weird looks on the street.
The only thing he's been good at hiding is how miserable he truly is. Did anyone ever notice he wasn't okay? Of course not, the only thing they noticed was the hideous mistake he was.
He didn't ask for this. He never wanted to be a malfunction, no one wants to be a malfunction. Why was he cursed with something he could never bare?
Why, why him? Out of everyone, why him…?
He had arrived at the roof of the building, the darkness making the height seem milder. His head was spinning like crazy, he was deathly scared of heights. He couldn't believe he chose something like this to begin with.
He blinked twice in succession, trying to adjust to the darkness. One wrong step and it's over.
Well, that's what he wants, isn't it? For it all to be over.
He cautiously walked over to edge of the roof, dangling with his upper body over the edge slightly. He just wanted to get a look of what he was getting himself into.
So many better ways…
But, it was his choice. He was sure this was what he wanted.
Gene sat down, his mind now racing. No, no, surely he wouldn't give up? He'd do this. He came here to end it, to execute his escape.
His misery, his pain, his wrongdoings and his issues, in a moment they all wouldn't matter. He just had to take a step over the edge. Nobody will need to think back to the mistake he was. They won't remember Gene the malfunction.
Gene's heart was pounding so fast it felt like it was going to rip itself out of his chest. Now there's a thought…
He was fairly certain he wouldn't regret the grief this would bring his parents, and it isn't like he had anyone else that'd care. So just what was stopping him from just walking off the edge and ending it all? He'd finally feel at peace.
Strangely, he felt like giving up. Walking away and forgetting he ever had this sick and twisted idea. In fact, he almost felt better. Like the idea that he could have killed himself but chose not to was comforting. It was a strange sensation.
The way he had power over a life was… Oh, what did he know.
He wasn't used to feeling good about himself, he wasn't used to wanting to keep going. He wasn't used to anything, it was all new. He could try, should he?
He could give it a shot.
He took a step.