(This one's a bit bloody, if it triggers you then please don't read it or leave hate.)
Reno's p.o.v:
I stared at an empty portion of my ceiling, tightly gripping a bloody knife in my hand. I looked down at the crimson syrup dripping onto the floor of my bathroom. I lost track of how many lines this time. Clearly not enough, I'm still fully aware that they're there. I dragged the edge along my other wrist, not flinching when it started to bleed again.
Turks tend to be immune to all other pain except the pain they cause to themselves.
I hesitantly got up from my seat on the toilet and stared at myself in the mirror. Honestly, I looked like a fucking mess. My hair was disheveled beyond belief, I could see most of my ribs, blood everywhere on my clothes. I sighed and fingered the gun in the holster on my hip. I placed it near my head, clicking once.
'Bang.' I fell to the floor, for once in my life, with no pain.
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