It happens.

Okay so this is the first story I\'ve ever posted, I know it\'s short and leaves a lot of loose ends, but I guess that\'s just how I work. Review if you want.


He walked across the down trodden path in hopes of escaping for a little while
even if it were for only a few hours
hell if it only it were for a few minutes
he needed to get his thoughts into some kind of order
although it wasn\'t very likely
it seemed everything had turned into some kind of convoluted mass
in which the strings of everything were tied into a tight ball of yarn not even the most skilled could pick through.

Yet he tried.

Looking up he noticed the sun\'s slow decent into the horizon
\'They\'re probably wondering where I am\' he thought...
though that was the least of his worries now.
He stopped and put his hand to the back of his neck wiping off the sheen of sweat that accumulated there.
One would think someone such as he wouldn\'t dare go out into the wilderness like this
dressed in a fine suit of charcoal grey, his coat unbottoned, his tie undone, the bottons of his crisp white shirt undone to his mid chest.
He was having trouble breathing, and wished like hell he had a smoke.
So this was it...
His dark hair shaded his eyes the overgrown bangs slightly dancing in the wind
he saw a downed tree and sat at the base of it
trying to collect himself.
\'It could be worse\' he thought.
Infact he thought if he were any kind of sane man
this would be wholly acceptable and anyone would jump at the chance
yet he felt smothered, he felt rushed upon, having his life taken into the hands of others who to them \"clearly expressed they just wanted the best for him\".
How would they know what was best for him?
He didn\'t even know himself
So how could they?
How could they?

He slapped a misquitoe that had daringly started to bite him on the side of his neck, annoyed he brought his hand in front of his face seeing the blood smeared all over it.
It was then he noticed his surroundings
like he was just waking up
he noticed he\'d never been in this part of the forrested area before
the foilage was deep and dark
even darker now that the sun was setting
it had a typical wooden smell of pine and oak, mixing with the scent of sap
it was all so fresh though and he revelled in it
he could hear the crickets softly chirping nearby
it all seemed to go in slow motion
and he just sat there listening to the pounding of his own heart.

Trying to reply the events in his mind that seemed so muted and out of focus
when they should have been clear as day
yet there he sat....
it seemed like all of his hard work was finally paying off
but was this what he really wanted?
he didn\'t know what he wanted
thinking more to himself
he figured it was safe to go back now
everyone had went home and he could go to his penthouse in peace
and drift off into a nicely induced inerbriated sleep
leave his worries for another day....


As he started to walk back
he heard a sound behind him
a twig snap
he jerked around
and saw a shadow come from behind a near tree
it was then he felt the cold metal of a gun
to his temple
to his head
to his brain
to his essense of life
and the last thing he heard was a bang that echoed and reverbrated through his ears
and everything went black....


A week later the headline in the paper read
\"Multi-billion dollar tychoon\'s son found dead in Medlow Forest\"
under that the cause of death read: suicide.
his prints were found on the .45 caliber gun
as well as no signs of struggle or any other type of interference.







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Time seemed to drift slowly with the coming evening
the first light of the moon and stars peaked out from the ever darkening sky.

He walked into his apartment and hit the light switch
causing the place to illuminate into a peaceful reassuring feeling of light
not that he had a reason to feel unassured
it just always seemed so much better to be coming back to his solitary home
where he could relax and take time to think about things
without being bothered with the outside world
the outside world he so adamantly was confused about
not that he didn\'t think he was alone in this feeling
he just dealt with it alone.

He walked into his room, which was pretty much plain but was tidy and had what he needed,
that was good enough for him.

He wasn\'t one to deal with such trivial things
he set his briefcase beside his closet door-no, no work tonight
he had enough of that already,
besides he needed to do some thinking and clear his mind at the same time
one of the many things you needed to do in his line of work.

Yes...
his line of work
the line of work where seeing dead bodies is a daily occurance
where blood stains were common on his starchly pressed suits
where the stench of death...well after a while you got used to it...
yes
his line of work was something you had to be very clear headed about while constantly thinking at all times....


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I\'m not sure if I want these two parts to really coincide, I had ideas for them to, and they most likely could, sorry if there is any confusion. I\'m not a very skilled writer, and I have a hard time putting things together.