You're tired of living like this. What's the point of living another year like this? Being a disappointment to your family. You try so hard and yet it never seems to be good enough.

You sit atop the edge of the building, watching the fireworks that just dampen your mood even further. You hear the metal door you went through creak open, but you ignore it. Then you hear a rough voice. You don't exactly know the man, he's got a ghost mask on.

"Kid, get off.. That's dangerous."