"Save me from myself."
That day you said those words with such dull eyes was the day I realized you were too far gone. In my powerlessness to save you from the abyss holding you hostage, I had to watch you walk away.
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In which a suicidal addict an...
⚠️ This story contains heavy manga spoilers for Tokyo Manji Revengers ⚠️ ⚠️ Graphic depictions of assault, trauma, PTSD, self harm, suicide, depression, panic attacks, underage smoking, stalking, child abuse, drug abuse/addiction, and extreme violence ⚠️
Please read the warnings before you proceed, this book is not for the faint of heart. All characters will be around 24 in the present and 15-17 in the past
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There was a reoccurring sentence that [Name] would say whenever someone promised that they would be there for him, only to leave after finding out his problems were far too complicated and mentally draining for a single person to handle.
After a while, he realized that no one was going to rescue him from this abyss. So, he'd give them a smile that showed he gave up a long time ago.
"If you can't save me, then please end my suffering and kill me."
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He couldn't have been older than 10 years old as he banged on the locked door in this pure white room. The room had white walls, a white floor, bright lights coming from the white ceiling and a locked white door. It was rather spacious, but was completely void of all decoration or anything, even a bed, besides the one person staying inside.
It was a punishment called solitary confinement. The type you hear about as cruel and torturous, meant only for prisoners who require a special type of punishment for misbehavior.
6 out of 18 prisoners in solitary confinement kill themselves after, or during their confinement. That is approximately 1/3 of those people.
And [Name] was not a prisoner, he was just a child, 9 years old when it first happened.
"Please, let me out!" He begged and he begged, knowing there was no one to hear his calls outside this room. He begged because it was all he could do, and the hope of a prince from a fairy tale saving him was the only thing keeping him sane.
Fairy tales weren't real though, and his hero never came.
He learned this after the 195th time being locked in a room.
His knuckles needed stitches for how torn up they were as the blood never stopped flowing from it, no matter how much he banged on that door.
When he was 10, the door opened early for the first time, and it wasn't for school or to bring food. The ever so familiar figure with a face that always seemed to be angry took him somewhere by force, no matter how much he pleaded and cried for him to let go.
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