Writing Example/Starter Two

On the surface, it seems like Ryker Henderson had the perfect life. His parents were rich; mother being a lawyer and father being a doctor. Heart surgeon to be exact. His childhood was full of extravagant birthday parties, expensive piano lessons, and the best private schools. The spoiled red head never had to want for nothing, and his parents always made sure their son never always had the best clothes and technology. His peers, who were equal to him in wealth, were even jealous of his lifestyle. The way his parents doted over him, along with all the servants and nannies the boy had at his beck and call. Most of his peers had siblings they had to compete with, but Ryker was blessed to be an only child. Or was he? Often times the brightest lights cast the darkest shadows.

No one knew the emotional turmoil Ryker was in a daily basis. No one knew of his addiction to heroine and alcohol, his self inflicted scars, and his suicidal thoughts. Miraculously, he was able to hide this from everyone in his rich life. And it was quiet easy actually. No one would even believe that the handsome red head with those piercing teal eyes was actually a broken piece of glass that was beyond repair. And once he got to college, it was easy for the depressed boy to spiral out even more. No one was looking over his shoulder, and he had complete freedom. As long as he was able to kept up the facade of going to classes, then no one would bat an eye. So what if he went to class doped up on heroine? So what if he would cry in the shower while cutting up his wrists with a razor? The razor was his comfort, sweet release from the constant daily pain. The only thing that seemed to calm the voices in his head if only for a little while.

But tonight, it seemed not even the sweet release of the razor was enough to dull the pain. Ryker pumped more heroine into his veins as he sat on his bed in a small, single dorm room. As most college students had a roommate, Ryker's parents made sure their only child would not be inconvenienced in such a way. They paid extra money for their son to have a single room on the second floor. A benefit for him since it was only easier for her to spiral down deeper into his toxic rabbit hole. His vision was blurry, barely aware of his surroundings but it still was not enough. Why the f*** did it still hurt after all these years? When would the pain end? Would it ever end? He gazed those teal eyes towards his dorm window, and slowly walked towards it. With trembling hands, and semi blurred vision, he unlocked the window, the nightly breeze hitting his beautiful red hair, a few strands flowing in his face due to the night time wind.

Most college students were either sleep or partying, so it would be perfect for him to finally go through with his plan. All Ryker had to do was jump, and he would be free. He placed his expensive white sneakers on the window sill, and looked down at the sidewalk. No one was out since it was so late, so no one could stop him. No one was around to call for help or cushion his fall. At least that is what he thought. The sad part was Ryker did not even truly want to die, but saw it as the only way the pain to end. Suicide was a permanent solution to a temporary problem. But right now, it seemed to be the only solution good enough for Ryker. With a shaky hand he wiped the tears that threatened to fall from his eyes. He looked down, from his second floor window. The heroine running through his veins, mixed in with the alcohol clouding his judgement.

His suicidal nature was at the forefront of his mind, and his ability to think clearly was thrown out of the window. Pun intended. He took a long, shaky breath before closing his eyes and jumping out of his dorm window.