Although it was a sunny Sunday morning, for Laura it felt like it was a cold November, and rainy night. It has been since her teenage years. Everytime she looked up the sky she only saw fog, and grey clouds. Everywhere she has gone she sees dust in the furniture, and a tears in every face. Even though the people she talks with are happy, ambitious, and look forward to a better future she doesn't agree with that mindset . To Laura, everything is doomed. Dreams should be in the same cage with dangerous criminals. That is where dreams belong to. Prison cells. Her mother's name is Hope. For Laura this is ironic. A distant, and toxic mothet should not be named Hope. But in this world nothing is fair. Her father taught her that in the end everything will turn out to be great. It is never the end, when things do not get fixed. But who fixes them? God? Destiny? Laura is tired of this world. Since she was thirteen she has been thinking about all of those things. She couldn't take it anymore. She slowly walked, while her footsteps where echoing in the floor. She felt a shiver in her entire body, and her heart went numb. She climbed her balcony, and looked down. She only looks down. Never up. She whispered to her self that it was time to end this. Little did she know, that it was not the time to end this.