The concert was wild. The crowd was huge, and the screaming fans were screaming like it was their last day of living. The vocalist of the world famous band was singing his heart out to all the people who had paid some money to see him do what he loved to do, his band mates where doing their best to keep up with the volume of his sexy and soft voice. But In the end of his song he saw a person walk away. This was the person who had made this concert so grate and huge, the person he looked up too, although it seemed like the other person looked up to him.
The man tried to get past the screaming girls. They pushed and yelled into his ear to get him to understand that he wasn't supposed to move in the middle of a concert, but the black haired man still didn't stop. He had come here for a reason, and he was not going to do anything that would stop him from his doing.
"On top of the roof, the air is so cold an so calm" the vocalist had started to sing his favorite song. The song that had saved so many lives, he though, and he also saw himself as one of the souls who had escaped death.
The man who had fled from the huge crowd had managed to sneak into the VIP aria, backstage. But he didn't do what most people sneaking backstage would have done. The man walked up the stairs to the roof. On the way he had dragged of his jewelry of his neck and hands. His eyes were shiny with tears. He opened the heavy metal door who leaded out to the roof of the huge building. The winds played with his hear as he slowly slided down on the ground and covered his face with his hands. In the night it was hard to see his freckled skin. He had thrown his leather jacket down the stairs as he had walked up.
"I'm so sorry!" the man yelled out in the night. He wanted people know how he felt, but he didn't dare to talk about it to anyone. He didn't have that much trust in the people near him.
"I say your name in silent, but you don't want to hear it right" the man on the roof herd the soft voice from the vocalist singing on the concert down below him. If it just was like that, if just someone had the guts to stop him from what he was going to do. If that was the case he wouldn't have been up here, he would have those thought if someone just had seen that he was in pain, that the smile was just an act.
The rain had just started to pour down from the gray clouds above him. The cold and wet drops landed on the bare arms of the crying man on the roof. The black eyeshadow he had worn had started to mix up with the pouring rain and ran like black tears down from his eyes. The man got up on his feet and walked slow over to the edge of the roof. He was going to do this, but he just had to wait for the right moment. The song from down below was about to end. "Don't jump…" he heard the voice get blown away with the strong wind that surrounded him. "Destiny! Why did you have to make me do this? Do this when the song tells me not to!" The man lifted his hands high above him, screaming up to the sky above. "Why…" the last word was just a mumble. He stood still for a moment, was this right to do? He hesitated. It was like the world had been waiting for his hesitation, because as he was about to turn and jump down on the roof again his foot slid on the wet ground and he lost the balance and stumbled forwards, of the edge.
"Help!" the man did no longer here the music from the concert taking place under him, all he herd was the blood pumping fast through his veins. He had in a way managed to take a grip around one of the flag poles who had been hanging out from the roof, half a meter down from the top. "No! it wasn't supposed to end like this! Help me!" his hand was wet, and the same was the flagpole. The man felt his grip loosen, but he hold as hard as he could around the only thing keeping him alive. He had never though that a flagpole was going to be the only thing keeping him from dying. "Someone! Help me!"
"Why are you screaming?" the man hanging from the pole looked up. A pair of creamy brown eyes met his. "Didn't you listen to my song?" it was the vocalist form the band preforming that stood over him. "I'm losing my grip, please help me! I don't want to die! I regret my actions! I will never think about it again!" the vocalist looked down on him, "you are really stupid, do you know that? Because it's a little bit late to regret your actions right now…" the vocalist sounded like he was messing around with the poor man hanging by only three fingers around the slippery pole. "I'm losing my grip now! Please… ill make it up to you" the vocalist reached a hand down to the man, and that was just in time. At the same time their hands twisted into each other's grip the man lost the grip around the pole. "aaaaaaaa" the vocalist screamed out in pain from the sudden weight who was hanging by his hand. "You…are…heavy!" he screamed with his teeth gathered. The sweat had started to take form on his forehead and neck. "I can't hold you much longer…. You are slipping out of my grip…" the vocalist looked at the man he held in his tight grip. He saw the fear in his eyes and the tracks of tears down his cheeks.
"I'm loosing you!" their hands had started to separate. "Please… I think you are going to die… and if you are… can I at least know your name…" the vocalists eyes were filled with tears as he spoke to the man whose life was hanging in his arms. He had been so stupid! Why didn't he help this man as quick as he saw min hanging down there. Why had he been messing around with him at first?
The man cried and cried, his hands were all sweaty and wet from the rain, and his heart was beating faster than he ever had felt it beat before. This was the end. His stupid suicide mission had dragged the poor soul of an innocent into the pain. He had imagined the end, but in his mind it looked nothing like this. "My…name… is… Adam…" he lost the grip.