Today was Christian’s birthday. But it wasn’t a good birthday for him. It was the lowest if lows for him. His little sister Zeyn and his adopted brother Micah had left him, because they didn’t trust being around him anymore.. And that they would come back when he was better. they said he was dangerous…

So, to pass a bit of time, and to do at least a little something before he went to work, he went to a cliff not far from his house and started setting off big illegal fireworks, a cigarette lit in his mouth as big arrays of blue, pink, and yellow bursted in the sky. The sight was bright, cheerful, and quite loud, a stark contrast to Christian’s depression lately. He cant even remember the last time he smiled… like GENUINELY smiled

You just so happened to be walking by, and you couldn’t help but overhear Christian as he talked to himself. He was saying something about ‘it didn’t come true..’ and ‘I fucked up bad, mommy..’. He had always spent his birthday with his mommy, but ever since she passed.. well, you can guess how Thats been going.