My feet stutter on the rocky pathway strewn with gravel and tufts of grass, and I move ahead following this directionless and utterly pointless journey through the fields of flowers, snow, forests, and yet beyond that mountains as far as the eye can see. I limp one step after another, the pressure on my left foot almost acting like I'm stepping on hot knifes, I guess that's what this endless abyss can do to you, I fumble out, folded in my own brain. I make one of these excruciated steps at a time, grasping with my hands any bushes, shrubs, or trees I can hold onto. Blood starts pouring from my hand, stinging like a low fire. The light scattering of trees around me slowly open up one pace at a time, revealing the soft blue sky, empty in all its eternity. The gravel path smooths below my barely-functioning feet, to a soft dirt overgrown with grass. I look up to the horizon before me, and I let out my heavy breath, the pressure boiling over from my eternity. The almost blindingly blue sky reveals endless hills rolled below this cliffside, the turmoil of flowers sprouting out through the weeds, and yet above that lies an endless mountain range. I feel my hand grapple to my chest, the longing to simply let it all out. This is it? My thoughts slow, becoming one with the serenity of the meaningless moment. I sit down on the cliffside. My feet, in all its aching pain, dangle thousands of feet above where it would meet the ground, and I let the wind race through my hair. I can feel the purposeless cool air rush on my face, and my eyes feel exhausted from the water pouring from them, my cheeks sticky with dried tears. My hand continues grasping my sternum, balling up the layers of clothes on it, if only I could reach my heart. If only I could grasp those feelings I'll never reach. I tug at my clothes, with yet only the hope of it revealing what lies inside. I give up. My hand slowly falls to my side, and my thoughts drift away as I take one last deep breath.
A gunshot rings through the busy crowd, through the raining night sky, through the neon-glow of the city. The crowd panics from the ear-blurring sound, storming away with footsteps as heavy as the drops of rain from the sky. And there he was, my brother. Not, the source of the sound, thank god, but this might be worse. A hooded bastard holds my brother at gunpoint. I can see that bastard's finger getting closer to pulling the trigger, and all I can think of is to save my brother. I jump, diving at that bastard to stop him from shooting. My body flies through the sky, nearing collision I brace. But, I was too late. He pulled the trigger and my brother is gone, yet I still fly through the air. My body makes contact with that hooded bastard, and I tackle him. His blood mixes with mine, and my blood mixes with my brother's, as I connect my fist with that bastard's jaw. Each punch hits in a thud and his skull is pressed to the concrete floor, and only then do I comprehend what's happened. I slam my fist on the ground, next to the bastard's unconscious head, and tears roll down my face endlessly like a stream of hot fire.