One day everything seemed to take place in an awkward feeling from waking up to sitting down at my desk at work. I take a sip of my coffee then setting it down to get started on the paperwork lying in the box right in front of my eyes. I pull out a form and was puzzled by the way it started out. After a few moments I felt like I was a rock in a hard place. My boss wanted me to type him a report of why I am worth living; I wondered if this was a joke because I and my boss joke around with each other. I put aside in the top desk drawer to my left. I reached for the next form and it was from my secretary Martin, saying “Explain why you should live today?” I froze, feeling the back of my neck hairs standing up. I also put that form in the same drawer with the other one. I reach into the box hoping there were no more threatening forms or letters. I reach around to see if there’s anything else in the box; I picked up a piece of paper, saying “Your last thought will be, why I didn’t I write why I should live.”

I stood there as a statue, the paper slips through my fingers like a feather. I press the button to call my secretary and told him “I’m going to be out for the rest of the day and that I’m not feeling well.” I rush out of my office into the elevator; I think to myself “I wish these damn things were faster.” The door opens I walk out and see my boss walking in through the front door, I start to panic. I went behind the receptionist desk and ducked hoping I wasn’t seen. I hear him walk up to the desk asking for me, feeling the words going in my ears made me freak out. The receptionist tells him “I’m sorry but he’s out sick today.” Hearing his reply sounding less thrilling in his killer voice “Hmm, interesting I think I’ll stop by his house to make sure that he’s okay.” He walks away towards the elevator. I get up and rush out the door and get in a cab, “Drive!” I told the cab driver in a hasty voice. He speeds up about twenty minutes of the roller coaster ride I finally arrive at my house. I open the door and hearing behind “Hey! You owe me thirty-two seventy-five!” I slowly turn around and hand him forty dollars and said “The rest is the tip.”