hurt | sehun+yixing

02

I twist both the locks fixed into my door, a frown plastered on my face.

Why am I doing this? Well, my neighborhood isn't the best out there. I usually wake up in the middle of the night to loud groans and screams.

I swallow the growing lump in my throat, my eyes glued to the knife laying on the kitchen counter.

I walk towards it hesitantly, an uncertain and uncomfortable look plastered on my face.

I eventually find myself tightly gripping onto it, my nails sinking into my palm with force.

I glance over at the clock above my broken tv, my heart dropping to the pit of my stomach.

Right then, I hear a loud siren echo through the entire street, my breathing stopping completely.

It's time.