jisung pov

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tw self harm, suicide, blood, drugs

"minho, please answer"


my fingers fumble at the dial, hands shaking. please pick up minho. i need to tell you before i go. 


he doesn't answer.


a tear slides down my face as i roll to the side, wincing in pain. the blood soaked tiles in my bathroom almost dissolve the few pills i have left in the bottle. i slam the phone down and pick up the blade next to me. i hug it tight, hoping this will all end soon. i can't take it anymore. the abuse, the humiliation, the pain.

i reach out for the phone once more and manage to find voicemails. i press record. 


"........ good bye minho.

i love you."


i stop recording, send, and i drive the blade through my stomach.



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