Trigger warning: suicide
I remember how suffocating it feels.
Traped even though I'm no longer locked in that room.
What exactly that made me feel tied down in this darkness?
Ah...
It is those insult words.
The look of disappointment.
The hate.
THIRD POV
She curled up in the corner of the room. Her eyes empty. Tears no longer trickled down her cheeks but the trail can still be seen.
She slowly grab a cutter on the drawer. She look at its sharp blade.
"In the end, I am still that weak, crybaby girl." She whispered to herself.
She hold the cutter with her right hand and slowly bring it down to her left wrist.
The left wrist already decorated with a few scars, but now, she will make sure this slit will be the last.
As she want this last cut to end it all.
The pain.
The suffering.
Because she no longer strong enough to endure the pain.
The blade made a long cut across the wrist. Blood poured out from it. Dripping on the floor.
She felt tired and lay down. She slowly close her eyes.
No more.
Hana here.
Obviously this is a joke😂
Let me see who believe this was real??😂📸
Next chapter will be out soon.
That is, if I'm still alive.
Just kidding!