Meh. Found on internet. Thought I should share.
So yeah, I'm not dead. Been really busy.
The phone rang for what seemed like the millionth time. Its ringtone sang out in the darkness of the room, and the phone clattered against the dusty wooden টেবিলের উপরে as it vibrated. Hey, it's Richi.
The phone sounded out as the call went to voicemail. I'm not available right now, but leave a message and I'll get back to আপনি ASAP.
"Rich!" the voice yelled as the message was recorded. "I know আপনি can hear me! Where are you?! Why haven't আপনি called back?! Please, the three of us are worried. Come back already. We're sorry." Message recorded. আপনি have 30 missed calls and 45 unopened texts.
A lone figure sat curled up in the corner on the far side of the room. Tears no longer streamed from his face, but he had run out of tears a long time ago. His once-golden blonde hair was now a dirty yellow, and scars were forming on his wrist from his... attempts. He wanted to tell someone, but who would listen? He needed to get away, but nowhere was far enough. He tried... that, but it never worked. What to do?
Indecision. That was the problem. He just couldn't decide.
"Hey!" A hand flicked his forehead and Richi woke up from his daydream. "C'mon, it's time to go home." Scotch gave him a sweet smile, which he couldn't help but return. Getting up, he looked around the busy park, which was bustling with people having a good time. Smiling, he took Scotch's hand and let her lead him to the intersection. His troubles were concerning, but they could wait. With a life like this, anything could wait.