I WON

Beføre

**** This story contains self-harming, suicide, death, and triggering. Please be cautious when you are reading. Read at your own risk.****
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It was dark. The moon hid behind the grey clouds. He left the medicine cabinet open, countless medicine bottles were laying on the floor. He fled the scene.

He runs. Leaving his actions behind, running away from his home, running away from his problems, running to his safe haven.

"He can't find me here."

He was breathing heavy as he climbed the ladder. He was in his treehouse he found one day with his old friend, Josh. It was in the middle of the forest behind his house. Josh and him haven't talked in a long time.

He was at his end point. No life. Trying to live doesn't satisfy him anymore. He couldn't find a purpose in life anymore. He's been searching but nothing surfaces.

He doesn't see why he should live. His parents push him to do things he doesn't want to. He is alone. He isn't happy, his parents puts him in therapy, he has no friends. He doesn't see why he is alive in the world.

Why should I be alive?

That question has always been on his mind. He doesn't let anyone know about his troubles. Only Josh knew some of his problems but he couldn't help him. Most people will think he is a suicidal head case if they were to know what was under his skull.

He sat in the corner. Hugging his knees. His heart was racing and his breathing was uncontrollable. Sweat falls down the side of his face. He looks like he just killed a man and is on the run.

YOUSHO ULD HAV EDIED N OTH ER

His demon enters his mind. His eyes grew wide open.

T E R R I F I E D

The word was craved on the wooden floor. That represented what he feels at this moment.

"How did he find me?"

This was a safe haven for him. His wars are waging now. He tries to block him out but he's stronger. Stronger than he could ever be.

NOBOD YLIKE SY OU
KI LLYOU RSELF
THE YARE GOI NGTOSE ND Y OUAWAY
YOU'REME NTAL
DI E

"Stop it! Stop it! You aren't in control. I can control myself."

He tried to fight back. His face was red, tears streaming down his cheeks. The air was getting thicker and thicker by the minute. He had his hands on his head, pulling his short brown hair in frustration.

DO NTFIG HT M E
IMSTR ONG ER
YOUA RE AN OBOD Y

He is no longer in control. He feels himself start to fade, losing consciousness. He is repeating some words.

"I'm a goner. Somebody catch my breath. D-Don't let me be gone!"

He screamed with the last breath he had. He falls onto the floor board. He is suffocating. The overdosage has kicked in. He feels like he is drowning, drowning in his own problems. He can't take on this world anymore, he can't handle his life.

As no air is getting in his lungs, he hears one voice repeating two words.

I WON.

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