So ... That's a pretty short FF but I hope you like it anyway. It was written in an hour of German a year ago when we were supposed to write the beginning of a short story. And since I liked it, I thought to myself, I'll just upload it here. I hope you enjoy reading. I would be very happy about clerks.

There he was sitting again. Alone in his room. Jeno looked at a syringe in his hand. He sighed. “You can't even stop.” He sighed again. So this is how it felt when you were completely exhausted. And it all started with small pills. But that was not enough and he needed bigger and stronger material. “I thought it might help me. But it did exactly the opposite.” The pills quickly ran out and I took my first shot. In the beginning it was only one a day, but now I need one every hour. And again he sighed. Jeno felt as if he had lost everything.As if it was all over. An inner voice told him to end it. “It really is better that way.” He picked up another syringe. “It's the third hour this hour.” He set the needle and stabbed his arm. It hurt a lot, but that didn't bother him anymore. He didn't care about anything now. Then he felt the liquid running into his body. His eyes went black. Now it was finally over. Now he was free. He closed his eyes with a smile and his arm sank lifeless to the floor. When he was found, no one knew why he did it. His friends and relatives were sitting around living room sadly when the police reported it.