He sat in the bottom of the pile of trash, wondering about what
happened. He used to be the top of his class, he had a great
girlfriend, but now he sits in the pile of trash, waiting for scraps of
food.
...
He sees a needle in the pile, filled with a metallic looking liquid.
"Mercury," he mumbles. He inserted it into his arm, a slight
tingle. "This should be an easy way out." He pushes down.
Everything goes silent.