Axel shook his head and sighed.
He wasn't alright. He hasn't been alright for quite some time.
Being worried about the future is normal, to an extent. Dreading the future and wanting to kill yourself before it happens is not.
Recurring thoughts. Over and over.
Pay bills. Enough money? Homeless. No friends to turn to. No family.
Alone.
Completely alone.
And tired. So very fucking tired.
He's thought about jumping out of his window. Of walking in front of a car.
He's thought about it, but he won't do it. Curious to see how things turn out.
"Things can't get worse," They do.
Axel looked over the bridge. One leg over. Two legs over. Drop. Simple. But the hardest thing he'd ever do.
He laughs. But it's not an amused laugh, it's a desperate laugh. A "what the fuck do I do now" laugh. A "how did my life turn out like this" laugh. Madness. Hopeless.
Axel stepped back from the bridge and continued on his walk home.
His walk back into darkness.
"Things get better."
A lesser Hell is still Hell.