[ WP ] A person is about to kill themself , but suddenly gets an incredible urge to use the restroom .

He looked down over the city lights and wondered why he never spent any time on the roof of this building before. He'd been working security here for almost eight years now but his treks to the roof were solely for the purpose of scanning the area as required twice a shift. From the ledge the city looked peaceful. He could almost forget his problems. Almost. 
 
 He looked and tried to spot his house. *Her* house now. The divorce was finalized yesterday and he still did n't have a real place to live. Staying with his parents was not a good option. He could almost hear his mom saying `` I told you she was no good for you. Girls like that just do n't stay with boys like you''. God knows he'd heard her say it enough in the past few days. His dad would just sit there and look at him with his cold eyes. Not saying anything but the disappointment was written all over his wrinkled face. 
 
 A slight breeze brought him back to the rooftop where he realized he had been inching forward. The city lights were enchanting; inviting him down. He turned his head away from the lights, looking up at the night sky, trying to find a star. He remembered the forecast for tonight: rain. Looking over his shoulder he caught a glimpse of the college campus he'd spent a ton of money sending her to. 
 
 It was painful for him to think that he had sent her there so that they could have a better future together but she found someone else to love while there. She met someone who was `` going places'' and most definitely *NOT* a security guard. Even if he was night supervisor, it would not be enough to continue to live on. She was good with math and it was only because of her being as thrifty as she was that they were able to make ends meet. 
 
 He looked back down, he had inadvertently reminded himself that he would now have less than half of his previous income because the bulk of it would now go to her. His feet brought him ever closer to the edge where he thought he could hear the water fountains below. A sudden urge came over him: he just had to pee over the edge of the building. He unzipped his fly but paused just short of releasing his stream. `` I ca n't pee here'' he said aloud. *I'd just end up in a puddle of my own piss* he thought to himself. He knew just where to direct his stream. 
 
 He went to the other ledge and peed in the general direction of the school he now learned to loathe. A warm breeze brought the rain with it just as he was shaking out the last drops of piss. He walked over to the edge he was standing on before, now slick with rain and stepped up, where he lost his footing. On his descent he had enough time to think one simple thought: *Stupid shoes*.
