For as long as I remember, I've been useless, just another weak, impecunious being for the powerful to step on. Everyone around me has ascended to great heights whilst I don't even have a single penny to my name.
I have always hated myself and hoped I wasn't around, although my death would be a gift to those around me so I have always held on just to spite them.
I've never wanted to be powerful, I just wanted to survive.
I glance upwards towards the sun, its light slowly dimming into darkness. The view of the sunset is perfect from the balcony of my fifth floor apartment in the center of London.
My thoughts slowly trail off as my mind drifts into darkness and my emotionless grey eyes slowly close.
I open my eyes and look upon my dilapidated apartment. The ceiling is coated with mold, the bed frames creaking as though they were begging for a merciful death. My scruffy black hair covers my eyes and I am still wearing the ragged, dark grey T-shirt I wore last night.
I tumble out of bed and onto the hard wooden floorboards before getting up and staring at the mirror.
The reflection in the mirror is looking upon me with a sense of disappointment and despair. I move my fringe out of my eyes and clothe myself in my black outer shirt before moving for the door.
The decrepit door makes a loud creak as I force it open and stumble along the hallway.
As I tramp down the stairs into the tube station, my head is spinning from the levels of alcohol I consumed last night. I squeeze myself onto the train filled with people and scroll through my phone.
If I had one wish in this whole world it would be to succeed and prove everybody who ever doubted me wrong.
As I stumble up the stairs out of the tube station, everything blurs, shifting between one reality and another. I struggle to figure out if it is just the hangover or if reality was truly changing.
With everything continuously changing my mind blurs and as my head starts spinning faster, everything merges into an abyssal black and my mind trails off into nothingness.
I am falling through a vortex of black and white, of grey and every other colour. A place where nothing and everything exist at once, like two sides of the same coin.
As I continue falling, a sharp pain goes through my left eye, a pain greater than anything I've ever experienced. I feel it being deconstructed and reconstructed all at once, it feels as though a piece of my soul is being changed and adapted.
It feels as though my mind is being pierced by a million needles over and over. A sense of freedom comes over me, realization that I am finally free from the world that refused to accept me.