Write an original story entitled: The Suicide.
I'm not weak just tired
The new breeze of winds passes by but this time the eggs fall from the nest. The mother bird can only hear the mourning of her unborn wings. It was raining cats and dog today. There was blood all over the main gate. Maybe due to the strong winds and the rain which carried it all here. Not far from the trails of blood, there was a body lying. His head was shattered seems like he jumped from the top. Even tho his face was covered with blood still the look on his face was not sad or disappointing but it was a joy of satisfaction. Seems like he was never been this happy before and with a blood marker written on his chest "I'm not weak just tired", today was a perfect day for luring.
A couple near Safalya park (it is a park near Allen in Kota) under the umbrella but quite the opposite, nobody was there maybe they were scared of the ghost. The only one present near the body was the guard who was doing his duty and a lot of children who works as rag pickers nearby. They were the only ones who tried to take him to the nearby hospital. The so-called students were just having a glimpse of the scene from their respective hostel balconies. There were a lot of talks going on. Someone said, "why he has died here there are a lot of places". Someone said, " I'm scared of ghosts". A rich girl said, "Ewww his blood stinks". The only people who were silent or mourning the death of the unknown were the rag pickers and the sky.
The strong wind passes by again and posters fall off the walls. Seems like the glue can't keep it anymore after the poster was stuck to this wall some 2 years ago. The wind carries away the poster from his room to the limits of the sky. The poster says "AIR 1 2023".
And the mother bird is still mourning.
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