Once upon a time, I was born into a bustling city, surrounded by the hustle and bustle of urban life. My childhood was a kaleidoscope of memories, filled with laughter, love, and endless adventures with my family and friends. From the moment I took my first steps, I was filled with a sense of curiosity and wonder, eager to explore the world around me.
As I grew older, I discovered a passion for music that ignited my soul like nothing else. I would spend hours lost in melodies, pouring my heart and soul into every note I played. Music became my refuge, a sanctuary where I could escape the chaos of the world and find solace in its rhythm and melody.
But as the years passed, life began to throw its share of challenges my way. My family faced financial hardships that strained our relationships and tested our resilience. Despite their best efforts, my parents struggled to make ends meet, and I felt the weight of their burdens pressing down on my shoulders.
Despite the challenges, I remained determined to pursue my dreams. I poured myself into my music, practicing day and night in the hopes of one day making it big. But as the years went by, the harsh realities of life began to wear me down, and doubt crept into my mind like a thief in the night.
On the eve of my 18th birthday, tragedy struck me in the cruelest of ways. A devastating accident took the life of my younger sibling and parents leaving me all shattered and broken beyond repair. The pain was unbearable, like a gaping wound that refused to heal, tearing me apart at the seams.
In the midst of our grief, my own dreams seemed trivial and insignificant. The music that once brought me so much joy now felt hollow and empty, a cruel reminder of all that had been lost. As I stood on the threshold of adulthood, I couldn't help but feel adrift, lost in a sea of sorrow with no shore in sight.
And so, on the morning of my 18th birthday, I made a decision that would change the course of my life forever. With a heavy heart and tears in my eyes, I said goodbye to the city that had been my home for so long and set out into the unknown, carrying the weight of my grief like a burden on my shoulders.
As I walked away from everything I had ever known, I couldn't help but wonder what the future held in store for me. But one thing was certain – I would carry the memory of my sibling and parents with me wherever I went, a beacon of light in the darkness that would guide me through the darkest of nights.
On my 22th birthday I was so deprestted so I decided to end with my life. In the next day I decided to jump under the train. I waited couple hours for train and I jumped under it. After this I waked up in the dark room. This room were infinite. After a long walk I decided to give up and stay until something will happen.