Happy Endings Are Lies

In a little room of an average apartment, a 15 year old looking boy sat in the corner with tears flowing down his face.He stared at the ceiling full of despair and pain, he repeated a question over and over again....

"Why"

He silently said this in the small dark room as tears kept flowing.

"Why?Why?Why?Why?Why?Why?" He repeated, his voice sounded like it had so much emotions of sadness as he repeated them..

He continued until he could speak no more. Then he just silently said it in his aching heart. His tears stopped flowing..... Well,to be exact, there weren't any tears left to flow. He closed his eyes, trying to remember what he had gone through...

What pain he felt....

What grief he bore...

And finally........What memories he wanted to forget.......

As he recalled everything....He wanted to end it all and forget...

In his right hand, he held a knife to his throat. "I'm sorry.." He said tightly shutting his eyes.....As he was about to bury it deep in his throat,

----BUZZZZ----BUZZZZ----

It was his phone which was vibrating next to him.

His face went pale at the sight of the caller ID. He cautiously answered the phone with sweat on his fore-head.

HIM="Y-Y-Yes?"

CALLER="I need you to come to the Sky tower in the city immediately or else...."

HIM="O-O-Or e-else w-w-w-what?"

He heard a familiar voice on the other side of the phone, his face went paler than before. His eyes showed panic as he shouted

"DON'T YOU DARE TOUCH...!!!!"

He was interrupted with an evil laughter on the the other side of the call.

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! Look whose actually getting angry!!"

"Please...let.....her....go" He said whilst sobbing...

"You better hurry boy.....or else someones corpse will be on tomorrows news."

The call ended

He quickly drove his motorbike to Sky tower, without stopping for anything whether it was a red light, a traffic jam or even polices. He just drove at top speed on the streets.