Dance With the Devil
For John, it was a day like any other; he went to work, typing his life away in a cubicle which closed in on him, locking him in. No escape from the mundane. There were many more like him, all doing the same, menial task; he could be replaced at a moments notice. After many years John had finally reached the end of his tether, he had had enough. He ripped the computer out from its nesting place in the corner of his cubicle, dragging the wires behind him. Slowly, he walked towards the window of the office, which was on the 13th floor, and threw the PC through the window, shattering the glass with a tremendous force. John looked down towards the bustling city street, watching the shards of glass as they fell like snowflakes. With one final glance back into the office, staring at his fellow workers, he beamed a smirk and with that it was all over. John had flung himself through the opening he had created in order to end his life. It was the end.