A short story I'm লেখা for লেখা Club at High School:


He couldn't take it anymore. The anger was welling up inside him, filling his veins and pulsing to his brain a dark poison impossible to cure. He হারিয়ে গেছে all hope.

Everyone picked on him; for the clothes he wore, the people he hung out with, his hair style. So what if he wore black skinny jeans and snake bite piercings? So what if he had jet black hair that covered one of his eyes? How about the সঙ্গীত he listened to; what was all wrong with that?

The one person he thought had loved him had turned against him. She ব্যক্ত that he wasn't good enough. She didn't like his style অথবা the sound of his voice. She didn't want anything to do with him, anymore.

Several times he thought the sharp blade of a ছুরি would take all of his problems away. But, as he pierced the sensitive skin on his wrists, he only felt আরো pain and sickness. There was only one thing he could do, now....

Standing over the vast expanses he thought he had called home, he spat at the air. You never cared for me! আপনি only treated me with wrong! Why am I even here?

He walked closer to the edge, closing his eyes. The violent winds whipped across his face, probably forcing him to step back. But, will power and state of mind made him hold his ground. He will not last another সেকেন্ড in this dark world.

He raised his arms out, letting all his weight be supported দ্বারা the balls of his feet. He felt wobbly at first, until he pushed out অগ্রবর্তী a little more.

Faster than anything he had ever imagine, he felt something coarse throughout his body; a powerful force that sent his hair flying away from his face and his baggy জ্যাকেট and skinny jeans quiver. He didn't dare to open his eyes, for he knew what he was plummeting in:

Air....


Now, it's your job to figure out what the শিরোনাম is... :D hoped আপনি liked my depressing story.