[ WP ] A man with a happy family and great life , comes across a genie who grants him three wishes . 10 years later he 's alone and depressed and commits suicide . Expand on his wishes and what prompts his downfall .

`` IT WAS A MISTAKE!'' I yelled to the universe. Angry at everyone. Angry at no one. I was angry at no one but myself. 
 
 I clenched my fists and fell on my knees my yell reverberating through the dark alleyway i found myself in. The gravel barely stung. Tears started to fall and in the cold of the night, in the privacy of the darkness I succumbed to every emotion eroding their way through me. 
 
 Out of the corner of my eye I saw movement. A blurry image, I blinked and I saw a shadow of a man hidden behind a large dumpster. 
 
 He could have beaten me, could have mugged me, even killed me and I would have let it happen. Nothing mattered anymore. 
 
 `` Dude...'' His raspy voice called to me ``..you okay?'' 
 
 I looked over to see him wrapped in dirty old blankets, his hair matted and greasy. He looked at me with cold sunken eyes his cheekbones protruding from his face. He stretched out a skinny bony hand to crouch next to me. 
 
 He reeked. 
 
 `` I had everything...'' I whispered. I felt my lip tremble. I sobbed in front of this stranger. 
 
 
 `` Wot cha mean?'' He asked leaning closer until I could count every strand of hair on his eyebrows, could smell the dirty crumbs of food leftover on his beard. 
 
 I swallowed. `` I wished for wealth... I wished for love... I wished for health...'' I rolled over onto the ground glancing at the sky above me, murky water splashing on my once pristine suit. `` I wish for an end....'' 
 
 High above me, millions of miles away, a lone star shimmered down at me from a blanket of darkness daring to dazzle the polluted atmosphere of the city. 
 
 `` Yo, man them sum good wishes! Do n't got ta wish for an end, do n't got ta think that way...'' He plopped himself down cross-legged beside me his dirty bare feet wriggling as he spoke, `` How'd you wish for them wishes anyway? Dey come tru?'' 
 
 A cruel laugh escaped me. `` I'm an idiot, I was happy I was doing well for myself but I had to ruin everything with those fucking wishes.'' 
 
 The hobo tilted his head. `` Wot happened?'' 
 
 `` I was rich beyond belief... my... my wife...'' another sob at the memory of her. ``.. my wife and my children.'' 
 
 We both turned as a police car drove by the alleyway, lights flashing, the shrill siren upsetting the night. 
 
 `` Everything came at a price... `` I continued. I sniffled wiping away snot. 
 
 `` Wait, here. Hav a drink'' the hobo pulled a large flask from under his blankets and shook it in front of my face. Without hesitation I grabbed it and took a large swig the alcohol burning slightly down my throat. 
 
 I handed back the flask. `` My son was killed in an accident. I-We were devistated... at first. It was n't just him, his whole class died. It was horrible... but then came money came. It was compensation. At first from the school, then from the district and it kept going until at the end we were receiving checks from the mayor himself. I knew it was because of my wish... But all that money was tainted. He was only 6 years old, for God's sake! And it was my fault.'' 
 
 He whistled, `` Das some heavy stuff..'' 
 
 I laughed dryly, `` Ha, that was n't the worst of it. We tried to forget, we traveled and spent the money to try to buy our happiness but it was impossible. My wife and my beautiful 15-year-old daughter were depressed. Even I was depressed. My wife started drinking and my daughter started doing god know's what at school. She started smoking meth. And we tried... we really tried to save her until she died from overdose.'' I shed another tear for my lost daughter, so innocent so helpless. `` We received more `` compensation'' `` I spit out bitterly. 
 
 `` Finally, I tried to end it. My wife was all I had, and I wanted nothing but to be with her forever. We mourned our children... but then it was just me. She stopped shopping, stopped leaving the house. We had all the money in the world to do anything we wanted but all she did was....nothing. `` I covered by mouth as I shook. I steadied my breath. 
 
 `` She... became catatonic and she was gone.'' 
 
 `` But wot cha mean gone?'' the hobo exclaimed, elbows on his knees. `` Wher'd she go?'' 
 
 `` She was still there, but her mind was n't. She did n't eat or sleep or do... do anything! When I sat with her I saw her lifeless eyes stare blankly at nothing. But like some cruel fucking joke she answered when I told her that I love her.'' 
 
 The hobo's shoulder's slumped. `` Wot she say?'' he whispered delicately. 
 
 I smiled in disgust. `` She said'I love you too' and then became catatonic again.'' 
 
 As the silent of the night was disrupted again by the shrill siren of the police, the hobo gasped incredulously. 
 
 `` Das wot you wished for... love.'' his brow furrowed in horror. 
 
 Suddenly out of the street came a police car. The car's red and blue lights bounced off the alleyway, headlights beaming, as it stopped a few feet from us. From the other end of the alley another police car drove in to block us off. Startled, the hobo wobbled to his feet. 
 
 `` Wus goin' on?'' He yelled as a policeman opened the door and pointed a gun at him. His partner got out from the passenger's seat and used the megaphone to yell, `` We have you surrounded, put your hands in the air.'' 
 
 The police car's headlights drowned the devastatingly beautiful star. I closed my eyes as the hobo scrambled away from me, hands in the air. 
 
 One of the cops had stepped out of the car and hovered over me gun pointed. `` Get up.'' He shouted. 
 
 I remained on the floor, eyes closed. 
 
 I felt arms grab me and pull me up, gripping tightly. They slammed me against the wall, and held my hands behind my back. 
 
 The hobo, bewildered stood next to me chanting, `` I dint do nothing, let me go!'' as they held him from harm. 
 
 They handcuffed me. `` You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be....'' 
 
 The hobo was pushed out of the way as they apprehended me. He yelled `` hey, but what's goin' on?'' 
 
 They did n't answer him so I did, interrupting the officer's speech on my rights, `` It's okay, they're after me.'' 
 
 `` Why?'' He grabbed his head, trying to comprehend that he was n't in trouble. 
 
 `` It was my wife.'' They shoved me harder against the wall, smashing my lip as they searched me. I grunted and spit out some blood. 
 
 `` What the hell'appened dude?'' The hobo's concerned face made me smile. 
 
 `` She was already gone. She was already dead. I just put the bullet in her head.'' They pulled my head up so I had one last look at the sky as they searched my suit jacket. The sky was empty. 
 
 `` Yo man, you crazy!'' He started to back away, horrified, stumbling over his feet. 
 
 The police man started to pull me away from the wall and toward the back of the police car. 
 
 `` I tried to end it for both of us! I wanted the end too! But there were no more bullets. I tried to hang myself but the rope broke. The pills did nothing! Nothing worked! And it's all my fault!'' I let the tears fall once more. 
 
 I was pushed into the backseat. 
 
 Every cell in my body felt the same stabbing pain of regret as the hobo shook his head at me. From inside I saw the policeman reassure the hobo as he continued to shake his head and mouth something in panic pointing at me. 
 
 I looked up at the roof of the car. `` It was a mistake.'' I cried. 
 
 The policemen got inside the cruiser and drove away. Away from the convenience store around the corner. Away from the poor hobo who was running away from the street, not daring to look back. Away from the dark hooded figure who had watched the whole scene unbeknownst to any of them. With a loud abrasive laugh, the creature disappeared in a puff of black smoke, his laughter echoing behind.
