Chapter 1: The Beginning

"My name is Kyle and what can I say? My life is the definition of shit..." A man standing at the edge of a bridge typed his final message on his phone.

There was no doubt that this was a suicide letter but the question was, what led Kyle to the decision to d it all?

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"Damn it! Another shift!?" A young man cussed out, he had gre eyes but there was no life left in them but that was to be expected working an extra shift in a minimum wage paid job.

There was no doubt that this job was taking a toll on his body but he understood that this was something that he couldn't escape, unfortunately.

"Kyle, the boss wants you to close up!" Another employer said but Kyle was already lost in his head, regretting the choices he made to land him at this point of his life.

"I will be going! Don't stay too late..." The man cracked a joke that Kyle didn't find funny.

Kyle couldn't complain because he was the one who asked for extra shifts to be giv to him as he needed all the money he could muster.

Kyle thought about returning to school to complete his education and increase his chances of having a dect life ev though he was in his mid-twties.

The sun was nowhere to be se as it was well into the night, Kyle sighed in defeat but the thing about his store was that they rarely ev had customers and it would only be a matter of time before it wt bust.

Kyle lived in one of the busiest cities in the United States and that was California, the place where stars resided and that meant that the cost of living was exceptionally high.

It would be a miracle to see anything of real value a without breaking the bank, it wasn't designed for the average man.

He was already overstimulated and knew that his breaking point was just a the corner.

The lady walked through the aisle but she came out with a bunch of snacks and a pack of cigarettes that didn't ev cost up to $5 but that was a dect amount.

Kyle didn't notice the bag hanging from her shoulder was a Louis Vuitton, this cost more than what he made in a lifetime but this was mainly because of the angle at which the label was tilted.

"That will be $5.56, ma'am," Kyle tried his best to give her the necessary respect a customer was titled to.

"Here..." The lady handed him a card but the perfume that oozed from her body was alluring, it felt like she put Kyle under a momtary spell.

There was this look of disgust on her face because she caught Kyle sneaking a peak at her chest but who could blame him, it was right in his face.

Kyle quickly collected the card and swiped it, it was normal that people didn't carry cash a with them.

Kyle handed her back her card but he knew that she wasn't going anywhere, the fact that they had yet to restock their umbrella section meant that they both had no choice but to stay here.

"Um... Do you need a chair?" Kyle tried to be polite but immediately regretted it as she glared at him like it was forbidd to speak to her.

She brought out a cigarette but it was forbidd to smoke here and Kyle wasn't about to let her have her way. It was clear that she was used to having her way as she lacked respect.

"You can't smoke in here, ma'am. I am afraid you will have to go outside for that," Kyle instructed her, pointing to the bold sign that clearly showed that smoking was prohibited.

But this was the single momt that ultimately shaped Kyle's life.