My last drink

I drink a cocktail of moonlight under the gleaming stars of Manhattan. The glowing sky scrapers illuminate the city behind me. I close my eyes, and listen to the waves lapping softly onto the dock. A chilly breeze blows through my long hair, making it dance in the wind. I let my mind wonder. Something I have not been able to do for a while. I think back to my home. A small farm in the wild and wonderful West Virginia mountains. I think about my 2 brothers working the fields all day. Jeremy wanted to better himself, and become an Engineer, but Dad said he wouldn't make it far. I thought back to my highschool years, when I thought I had life all figured out. I wanted to be an artist that could touch the hearts and minds of all people around the world. When my father scornfully told me I would not be an Artist, but I would be a maid for his company I ran away. Far away to the cold and unforgiving streets of New York. They promised wealth and prosperity, but all I have gotten is an eviction notice and a broken ego. I took one last drink of my cocktail as I stood up and walked to the railing. The cold metal stung my feet like ice was being poured all over me. I looked out over the ocean, and saw a boat of people dancing and laughing. I whispered, "Enjoy it while it lasts. You'll see soon enough what liars they are." My hands gripped the railing, as I took a deep breath in and screamed, "Fuck your promises!" I looked down, for last time, before I plunged into the deep sea water. The twinkling stars above me eventually faded away. And so did I.