*suicidal*
Y/N POV
I looked at my arm. I had nothing to do. I was bored. My deep cut wasn't going away. I thought why not open it again. So I did. Except it was deeper than before. As soon as I opened it I could see my white skin inside. And soon blood came non stop. It was so pretty. The dark thick blood. It was so satisfying to feel blood come out. And to see it was the best. It was pretty. It was the prettiest I have seen. It was so precious to me. But it's going to go away. Because I'm going to force it. I'm going to have regrets but I'll suffer nicely through it. "Yah! Y/N!" As soon as I looked to see who it was I blacked out. As I woke up I found myself in a white room. With Jhope by my side. "You're up. Yah why did you do that?" "Cause I wanted to create art." "Stop lying!" "Cause I was bored!" "Well don't okay? You have me. Talk to me so you won't be bored." "But I'm just going to push you away anyway." "I won't let you. I'm your hope." He kissed me on the forehead then crawled into bed with me and cuddled me to sleep.
