Ω, alternative Q

As she reached the top story of the office building

where her father had worked

She panted hard, over and over again. 

A clap of thunder echoed through the stairwell

and she jumped from the stairs to the center

The man on the roof sighed and said

"Same s**t, different day"

When she hit the ground her body liquified

against the hard linoleum floor.

"You think it's the easy way out?"

The business men and women gathered around

One large man vomited into a lady's purse

Another blew chunks of uranium out of his nose

"Weird thing, Suicide"

They stared at the heap of gooey remains for a fortnight

no one dared to move, wanted to, but afraid of

the consequences that movement might have posed

"One minute your jerking off and then the next-"

Slowly the business men and women started to perish

one by one they fell to the floor alongside 

the daughter.

"-You're dead."

When she awoke she found her father standing over her,

smiling

"welcome to hell, you c**t."