𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐝 || 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐠

chapter fifteen [1/2]

ఌ no one's pov ఌ

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tw: self harm

he slits his arm once, twice, three times.. tears falling down his face as he grips onto his chest in pain.

the sound of his cries spreads so quickly throughout the empty room.

his eyes are blurry and he can't even see where he's hurting himself.

his body is numb and no matter how much pain he's feeling, somehow it's still not as strong as the ache in his heart.

he's hurt. he's in so much pain and he feels like he deserves all of it.

he's receiving all those emotions yet the only thing that he can feel right now is simply just regret. in such a short moment, he felt taken back by the world in every single way.

his head hurts so much, it's almost to the point where he could past out at any second.

his surroundings aren't still, they're spinning in circles, but he swears that minho is right there in front of him.

the boy's silhouette covers the white walls. there's no sunlight coming into the room at all, yet it's like the shadow of the elder boy is carved into the surface.

he drags his hands down his face as he screams with agony.

he grabs his phone that's located to the right of him. he grabs it and grips it so hard, taking out all his anger on it while blood slowly drips down his forearm.

with all his energy he throws it towards the white wall. he's so furious, he's upset, he's crying and he feels so worthless and.. and.. he's dying inside. he feels that he's dying inside.
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