THE PHOENIX

Benjamin clad in a versace shirt showing medusa's head, a winter friendly pant and with a black backpack, mount up the staircases that leads to the statue of Sir Bobby Anthony, quietly. He had made sure nobody was watching him as he walked upward towards the only obelisk orientated statue in the city of Pittsburgh.
It was December 31st, 2017. The whole streets surrounding the Sir Bobby Anthony statue were bubbling and striving with people rejoicing, enjoying and drinking in the beauty of a new year's eve.
A river snaked down from the north-north-east,  flowing down towards the western flank of the statue. A busy road bypassed the statue and then crossed the river at the east.
The river glittered and shone brightly as fireworks rose up into the wintery sky.
11:20
Benjamin got to the base of the statue panting. He had just walked up over a hundred and twenty staircases.
Sir Bobby Anthony statue stood tall on it base. A twenty foot statue looking down into the glittering river and it back facing the road. The statue was made to honour  Sir Bobby Anthony, a heroic legal practitioner who fought for the people's human rights during the early 20s and died in the struggle.
He emptied his backpack,He emptied seven bottles of beers, a packet of cigarettes, and a lighter. He quickly light a cigarette and puff out smokes from his mouth towards the heaven, he then helped himself to a bottle of beer. The coldness eased him a little.
He keep drinking and smoking, raising his bottle to the sky each time a firework blows up in the wintery sky. A homage to the gods of the universe. A full moon stood gallantly amidst the sky, gazing to the Earth with the galaxies of stars and satellites.
11:45
Benjamin picked his last bottle and started drinking, silently humming a song of reincarnation to himself each time the bottle leaves his tobacco smelling mouth.
A part of him wants to get back to human senses and leave but the other part keep saying "There is never a sense in the sense of the world"
It is only by going down can he go up, it is the law of the gods, the rule of reincarnation to become a god.
By this time the next day, which is the new year the whole city of Pittsburgh would be listening to his glorification, but in their little myopic minds he would be seen as a stupid jerk, a depressed idiot who has lost everything and then committed suicide.
What does man even know? He, himself knows that man is afraid of mysteries and the unknown because he fears his beliefs would be shattered by the unknowns.
"What beliefs does he have in the first place" Benjamin couldn't stop himself from muttering as he gulped the remaining beer in the bottle and threw it few metres away.
11:55
Benjamin knelt down like he wanted  to pray before the Holy Mary and started saying prayer to Osiris.
"Behold, the Osiris Benjamin Neill, a common mortal offer this offering to you. Homage to thee, O thou king of the underworld, ruler of the foulest beasts. Thou art seated on thy throne, thou risest up above the duat, illumining thy mother Nut's womb, thou art seated on thy throne as the king of the gods. Thy mother Nut stretcheth out her hands, and performeth an act of homage to thee. Accept my glorification and grant me freedom from my mortality"
11:59
Benjamin stood up and sighs, cold wintery breeze gushed out from his  mouth.
He stood against the statue, his back resting on the statue and spread his hands in the same position with Sir. Bobby Anthony.
"Great gods accept my offering!" He shouted then he jumped into the open air.
For like a second he felt like he has wings like falcon, he felt like sun god Ra and then reality dawn on him, fear crept into his mortal soul.
His body plunged down towards the river, his body felt empty and couldn't resist the cold, harsh wind and his face burned with coldness, his limb motionless.
Fireworks showing happy new years shot up into the sky as he shoot down into the water.
His body made a hard harsh and splashing sounds as he plunged deeply into the water and died.
He was successful.
THE END