In a old, mining town from Britain resided Timothy, an orphan.

Timothy was a man of music.

Every time he plugs his apple earphones into his ipod and then his ears, a sudden burst of euphoria flushes into his mind.

But sadly, bad grades had choked his dreams. He never scored any of the ABC's. Instead, DEF's were a more common sight.

Since grade school, his studies were okay. They were'nt bad, neither were they good.

Once he graduated into high school, puberty and maturity set in. He started listening to music.
But not just any kind. It was Rock.

All the rock he's been listening turned him into a rockstar himself. Well, actually a rockstar-wannabe.

Since that first earful session, he got hooked on it. Grades were falling, his attitude changed, he started smoking. Things were'nt going well for his family.

They just gone through a hard financial crisis that hit them out of the blue.

Timothy started taking drugs. Marijuana, weed and all the other stuff you'd be able to get from friends with "connections".

That was the main thing that had ruined his life.

On his way home just before summer, he reeked of weed.

He finished half a packet and was already midway to the moon. The high was too much to control, he had Marilyn Manson on. "I dont like the drugs but the drugs like me."

As he made his way across the street, instead of going straight home he went to the quarry just about a quarter mile away. The place was deep, with just below a dozen metres below, anyone who swam there when it's filled with water might've drowned.


Grasping onto the railing, he steadied himself. Envisioning water surrounding him, he took a leap. As he plunged, he opened his arms and legs as if diving in an olympics pool.

Plummeting downwards, he sensed something was amiss but it was too late. Splitseconds before he realised he was about to crash into the rocky grounds, he awoke from his euphoria and before he knew it, it was all too late.

Timothy's fall sent himself intact but with broken bones, organs and whatknots that were inside of him. Police and paramedics arrived shortly after passer-bys spotted him just before he took his leap.

The crew didnt really bother bout timothy. Instead of burying his body in a proper burial ground, they left him in there. With the bloodstains and clothes the way it was in the first place.

As the monsoon season arrived, it flooded the quarry. Rocks and large boulders piled up among each other over the late Timothy. Together with water filling up the gaps, there was no way anyone could excavate the body. His dead body was trapped, perhaps forever.