Summary: You lived a shitty life, having been born the son of a bastard to which left your mother not wanting you. Giving you up for abortion at the age of 5, to your current girlfriend whom shamelessly admitted to have been fucking around with your friend.
Everything in life, seems utterly futile. So what's stopping you from ending it all? Simple... Her
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Trigger warnings: Self-Harm, mentions of suicide.
Authors notes: Do remember, that you're loved. And if you're having problems, talk it out with a friend or a person you can trust.
That's all from me, enjoy the chapter. Sayonara readers ────────────────
Y/n "This sucks, I'm not even a middle aged old man and yet I'm already growing gray hairs..."
Examining himself in the mirror, the young male gaze at his unkempt and roughed up look. Tugging at a strand of hair with a bemused expression
Recalling the previous conversation he had with his ex, how she shamelessly admitted that he was a mere toy for her to use and humor around with..
Y/n "Did everything seriously mean nothing to you...? All of those times we laughed together, cried, loved... Were they really all for nothing?" Y/n thought to himself bitterly.
His lips curling into a frown, gazing at himself in the mirror. Seeing his reflection, there was no doubt about it he was an absolute mess.
Heavy bags under the eye, blood-shot pupils from a lack of sleep, tear stained years, dried lips and a sickly pale skin. Everyday he had thought about killing himself, time and time again.
But each time he does, he is pulled back into reality. "If I were to die, I'd be weak... If I were to die, I'd let them win, if I were to die, I would be taking the cowards way out." And so, he removed the razor from his mouth. Wincing slightly as he felt the sharp ends prick at his lip, causing it to bleed.
Y/n "Shit..."
Cursing to himself, Y/n rummaged through the cabinet accidentally knocking everything over causing a loud crash. "Fuck...! Fuck...! Shit!"
He whisper curses, crouching to pick everything up from the ground. Internally praying that none of this noise woke up his roommate, given how late she's been staying up recently
