GOT7 Mark OneShots

Please Don't Leave

WARNING: THE FOLLOWING ONE SHOT CONSIST THE IDEA OF SELF HARM AND DEPRESSION. IF THIS A SENSITIVE TOPIC TO YOU. PLEASE REFRAIN FROM VIEWING THIS CHAPTER, AND JUST GO ON TO THE NEXT STORY. THANK YOU

     Sharp razors. It's amazing how I used them the wrong way. They were supposed to help me cut open small things like fruit or cans. No, I didn't use them like that. I didn't even use them to shave my legs. Oh no, I would rather cut much deeper.

     PLIP. PLOP. PLIP. PLOP.

     I watched as the crimson liquid exited from your milky skin and dripped onto the bathroom tile. I couldn't exactly remember when I started using razors for this purpose. I always had a cursed life. I was abused as a child and was always an outcast at school. The popular "rulers" of the school ALWAYS made enough time to bully me. It wasn't really that different when I got into college and when I actually got a job, and it was meet and greet day. It's the worst feeling in the world to know that people aren't going to go up to you for some reason. Everybody made fun of me no matter what. They made it sound like there was no good in me. The chain of events that happened me to find out there was only one solution: cutting. It always distracted me from the emotional pain that me faced. I didn't think I could ever stop cutting anytime soon.

     It was an extremely rare day where my beloved man, Mark, and I both had a day off from our "heavenly" workplace. It was around ten in the morning when I decided the two of us should go to the supermarket. We were sleeping in for a while when I was woken up and greeted by a peck on the lips.

     "How long have you been watching me sleep?" I asked, trying to avoid his sudden touch. "I don't know. Ever since I woke up?" he phrased his answer in a question form. I forced myself out of the the comforting sheets, and I slapped Mark's back.

     "Come on Mark. You need to go to the super market today," I tried to pull him out of bed. He turned his face towards the pillows. "Why me?" he whined even though it was a bit muffled in the pillows. I giggled softly at his cuteness. "Because I need to clean up the bathroom," I lied. I didn't need to clean the bathroom. I did it the night before, but I had certain craving. Knowing that Mark was going to be home all day, I wouldn't be able to cut today.

     "But I want you to go with me though," bleated Mark. I smiled an apologetic type. "Mark, if I get it done and over with, we'll have more time with each other." I convinced him. He reluctantly agreed with me. We both got washed up. When everything was done and over with, I walked with Mark out of the house. At the entrance of the house, he turned to me. "Kyuri, are you sure you don't want to go with me?" he gave me the puppy eyes and whined. I smiled at him.

     "I'm sorry honey, but I have to clean the bathroom, remember?" I said hoping he would just give in and agree. Unfortunately, I knew he was the stubborn type. "If you come with me, I'll help you clean the bathroom. It'll be quicker that way too," he reasoned, trying his best to convince me.

     Shoot. Didn't think about that. Now he decides to think and speak more.

     I bit my lip and looked away trying to by myself some time. I took a deep breath. "Mark, please just go. You and I cleaning the bathroom will waste valuable time. We only one day together till who knows when our next free day will be," I forced a smile. However, Mark knew I was faking everything I was saying. He eyed me. He knew me better than anybody I knew.

     "Alright. I'll go now. I'll see later," he said and walked out to the car. I waved him a goodbye and walked back into the house. The moment I walked back inside the house. The smile on my face instantly turned into a frown. I ran to the bathroom and closed the door behind me. I rummaged through the bathroom cabinets. I eyed the object: a small blade. It was still crusted on the end, marked by my blood. I took it out and placed it on the basin. I stood in front of the basin and looked straight at my reflection through the mirror.

     So it comes down to this. A weapon and my skin.

     I took a deep breath and took the razor and grazed it against my skin. I hissed in pain went through my whole body. I watched the blood seep out and flow onto the sink. I looked at the deep incision.

     I  deserve this. Don't I? Beauty is only skin deep. Maybe I need to open my skin up more. I'll be able to find it then.

     I took another deep breath and looked at my cut. A millimeters under the first cut, I decided to make another cut. I sucked in my breath, ready to take up another round of the pain. Unfortunately during mid-strike, the door burst open.

     "KYURI PARK! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?" a voice yelled. I froze up as the moment passed. Since the blade was still in my loosened grip. I let it fall out of my grasp and fell to the ground. Everything felt like everything was going in slow motion.

     "What are you doing just standing there?" he yelled and grabbed his wrist and pushed me onto the toilet. "Don't you dare move." He dashed out of the bathroom and came back with the first aid kit. He opened it and took a small cotton ball and put some rubbing alcohol on it. Then, he dabbed the cuts I made. After he cleaned all of the wounds, he wrapped your arm with a bandages.

     He stood up and grabbed my hand and walked me to the kitchen. Mark grabbed of water and gave it to me. I accepted it and drank it down. I placed the glass down, and we both were encountered by a very uncomfortable, stiff silence.

     "Why'd you do it Kyuri?" he blurted, and his eyes were tearing. "Because I have a cursed life. I was meant to be bullied. I'm like a fragile toy. I break easily, and I get abandoned easily. I already know about my past. I was never to be really living in this world. My soul probably shouldn't be here right now. I just-" Mark interrupted you.

     "Shut up Kyuri. All you just was just a straight up lie. You weren't meant to be bullied. You were meant to be LOVED. No, you don't get abandoned easily. Do you know how long we've been married?" Mark questioned. I stayed quiet, a bit too shocked to say anything. "4 years. 4 years of living together. Do you hear that? 4 years. If I thought you were easy to abandon, I would've divorced you a week out of boredom. However, did I do that? No I didn't, because I love you, and I'm not going to abandon you for someone else. Please stop insulting yourself. You deserve to be on this earth. You have a reason to be here-" Mark stopped.

     "What's my reason then?" I screamed, "If I don't know, maybe YOU would know." I stood up, not having the energy to look at him at the moment. "Honey, please just listen to me." he grabbed my shoulders and placed me back on my seat. "God blessed you with a life. God gave you a gift. You can't be selfish and just throw it away. You have a few friends at work. Krystal and Brian are their names. Right?" Mark asked. I meekly nodded.

     "Well you have a few friends. Remember me? Your loving husband. I need you here. If your parents didn't love you, I hope my love will fill in for your parents and my love for you. If not, maybe even more." he spoke. I looked straight into his eyes, and his eyes were bloodshot. Tears were past streaming like rivers.

     "Mark, you're kidding. Right?" I asked. He shook his head, "Why would I lie to you? Even if it meant to save everyone in the world, I would still tell you the truth." I smiled. Even though the muscles around your mouth hurt, it still felt better to smile just a bit.

     "Thanks Mark. I really needed this talk. I promise I won't do it anymore," I said and Mark sighed.

     "Alright, I want you to throw that blade away right now," he commanded. I smiled brightly and ran to the bathroom to retrieve it. I came back with it and went over to the trash so that he could watch, and I dropped it in the can.

     "Okay, now we're going to the supermarket TOGETHER. I'll be keeping an eye on you from now on." he said. "Don't worry baby. I'll still be here," I answered him. He smiled.

     "I love you Kyuri. Don't you dare forget," he demanded. "Don't worry. I won't," I replied. He pecked my lips and pulled me into our shared bedroom, so I could get changed.