In the upcoming part, mention of suicide, blood, physical torture, verbal abuse can be found.
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No tears left to cry. I was at hospital for another two weeks, Taehyung never showed, never called, never texted. I was in the hospital alone. Dad came everyday, with foods, health drinks and the thing that I hate the most pity and sympathy.
After I was being discharged from the hospital I went home, as Taehyung didn't contacted me. So I went to my home and after that I locked myself.
You are a killer! You are a killer! You are a killer! You are a killer!
Only these words were running through my mind. Like someone was whispering this near my ears every second. Being frustrated I screamed, I was broken. My child. My daughter. I killed him. I killed my own child.
I should die.
That is the only thing running through my head and but how. Suddenly I remembered that I have sleeping pills in drawer. I opened the drawer, picked that bottle and pour all the tablets on my palm and ate them all together. I filled the tub with luke warm water and started to strip. My eyelids became heavy, I was feeling so sleepy, after I was naked. Not giving myself any chance to live anymore I took a razor untangled it opened the blade from it. Threw that broken razor somewhere in floor. I looked at that blade and put it in front of my left palm,
Slash Slash Slash Slash Slash
Everywhere blood, the tub was full. Reddish water was filled in the tub and the whole washroom. It burns where I cutted my flesh. Now I can barely stand. I dumped my body into the water. Deep. More deep. I can barely feel anything but the water getting through my nostrils and I can barely breath. The water smelled like blood, it tasted same though. That slight copper flavour. I smiled though I'm pain but I deserved it.
A punishment for killing her own unborn child.
I guess to find out how broken you are from inside, you need to break through something more materialistic than your mind. I pierced through the window as if I was meant to shatter it with my shattered soul. The exact moment, the shards of glass embedded into me was not painful, but the moment after that was. The moment I hit the ground. I realized there were chunks of glass dug deep inside me courtesy my brave act of breaking through the window. But it was something, I needed to do. A physical pain to nullify the emotional one!
Author's pov:
It was all black. Every person was wearing black. The white marble shone under them. Taehyung's mom and aunts and Sams' aunts were crying in the back. Taehyung's friends came to Taehyung to show condolences. Taehyung tried his best not to cry. It was the same dark, thick atmosphere that clings to a funeral. One of his friend came up to Taehyung held his hands.
"Your wife will be fine don't worry. She will do well" Taehyung nodded and that person went up to the photo frame to place a flower. The frame was almost covered with flowers and letters. The scent of flower, candles. Everywhere he looked there were no smiles. It was a sunny day, with birds chirping and flowers blooming, though the atmosphere in that room felt like a storm came and destroyed everything.
Many tears were sheded, Taehyung even had a tear sheded. The home was sweet sorrow, for in those moments of raw pain, when it feels as if the loving self screams in silent anguish, there are the memories of the good times that come as blossom spring medow.
"Mom what should I do, the thought of a life without her. I'm going to be crazy. I'm gonna mi..miss-her. She was my life. No no. No, she cannot leave me just like that. We promised that we will stay together. No, no" Taehyung started to cry and eventually his mother went up to him to give him some comfort.
