All alone.

Walking down the busy, happening avenue, people spurned at me, seeming to disregard me this morning with the glistening sun shining on the first day of the year. All around me the world was everybody, but nobody for me. I was all alone, everybody from my life vanished in front of me. Since the past decades, nobody was with me. “2015. What’s so happy about this year?” My wife, my son, my daughter. All I had left was me, this drooping skin, grey hair, and solitude.

“Can you tell …” I interrupted myself, after realizing that the debonair looking man, donning the posh black tuxedo sauntered past me with an undecorated face, ignoring my call. “The world is so cruel, brushing aside and being oblivious.” A little kid pranced along the road, hitting me on the way and de-gripping the box from my weak, bony hands. “Hey, come back here! What about the box!” I screamed faintly. Nobody seemed to hear me. I was not cared for, not loved by any soul. I wanted only one thing before I tried to end myself, and that was some sign of care for me. All I wished for. I saw a gravestone with my name on it, and kicked it away. People were rude to me my whole life, I did nothing to them. I decided to end this sadness, once and for all. I decided to end myself. I went on to the crossing, patiently waited for the blinking light to blink the red death, the danger signal, and invite me above. The signal turned red, and I stood at the black and white path, waiting for my death. Nobody around me seemed to react, it was as if this daily happened. A car came bolted towards me, and I closed my eyes; I couldn’t see the next and final two seconds of my life. 1. 2.

I opened my eyes, and found myself standing right there, the yellow Mitsubishi driving away, ahead the road. I was confused, and realised that another attempt had failed. I sat down on the shiny, wooden bench, reached out for my ink bottle and quill in the pocket of my grey, sack coat, and made note of the fact. Again. I said to myself in disappointment, “January 1^st. My 286^th birthday. Ruined. “