Note: contains self-harm and suggests readers who don't feel uncomfortable to skip this chapter
(Han's POV)
My hands gripped the edge of the kitchen counter, I'm not usually the one to cry but tears came pouring like a river. I furrowed my eyebrows and gripped my hair. I panted heavily and my breathing refused to slow down. My knuckles became white after gripping onto the chair. I groaned, crying more. My heartbeat rapidly. Where was Ji-Woo when I needed her, she was amazing at calming me down from situations like this.
But she's not always here, she has her own problems to deal with. My elbows replaced my hands position on the table as I ruffled my hair, sweat trickling down my forehead.
It felt like someone was pulling me down and dangerously to a hole I won't be able to escape, probably never able to. My body slumped onto the floor with a loud thud. Everyone except ji-won never understood that my depression was on the inside and not on the outside.
I refused to show this side of me to anyone except for her. She was the most understanding.
I banged my head against the wall repeatedly, not caring that the side of my head was already starting to bleed. I screamed, shouted and cursed about how I was the most horrible creation of god. My knnes weakly brought me up to my room. I opened the cupboard where dangerous weapons laid, all to relieve stress.
I picked up a box cutter.
The moment I started this, the moment a dark shadow was formed. No one was here to shout at me, no one was here to make me have butterflies in my stomach before it turns into sings by bees.
A few tears escaped my eyes before bringing it up to my arm. I lost the urge to move on and Ji-Woo was my inspiration but staring around the room, she isn't here like she always was. Fuck you, Felix.
Without hesitation, I slashed the shard edge of the cutter against it and blood flowed along with it. I heaved a sigh of satisfaction and smiled, leaning my head backwards against the wall. I was about to go for another strike when the door burst open.
I looked up and saw Hyunjin standing at the entrance, his jaw dropped.
I immediately whipped my hand behind my back, hiding the now coated in blood arm.
"WHAT THE HELL DO U THINK YOU'RE DOING?!"
word count: 425 words
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