Pain...
I can feel this unbearable pain in my head, as if someone's drilling straight through my skull. My eyes remain glued shut, regardless of this excruciating pain.
I feel like I'm drowning again.
I can't breathe...
I want to wake up....
I hate this dream...
My eyes shot open. I was met with a white ceiling, with white walls, white curtains... White
everything.
He breathed in the cold air that was heavily doused in disinfectant.
Where am I?
He sat up in the bed, facing the white curtains ahead of him.
Abruptly the door opened, and footsteps began to approach him. He quickly laid down again,
trying to calm his breathing as the person arrived at the side of his bed.
He could feel the breath of the person as they lean in towards his face. He pictured the
person observing his eyes' movements under his eyelids.
The person left, closing the curtains once again on their way out.
He sighed and stared up at the ceiling as his mind trailed off into the subject death, as it usually
did. "I haven't died yet?" he asked himself incredulously. The pain was bearable, but still
uncomfortable. His head ached, as if a million daggers were poking at his insides. He could feel
every ounce of blood circulating inside his body as the numbing sensation overtook him. He
tried to pull himself up, but failed due to these achy, numb limbs.
Come on, Jinu! This is what you wanted right?! Pain - to feel this eerie pain again! Get your ass
up already and kill yourself! Get up! he internally screamed at himself.
He grasped the grid beside his bed and pushed himself up. He winced at the sharp pain that followed.
He shook his head, refusing to give up. Pain felt the best when he knew he wasn't dreaming. He wanted to know he wasn't dreaming.
Life is horrible. It beats you up. It's abusive, cruel, and dangerous.
Life is more than the opposite of death, he thought. Death was better than living out his days in
this merciless world.
He'd rather die.
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His legs dangled off the edge of the bed. He stared at the shiny, white tiled floor. He swung his
legs as he brainstormed a way to get out of the hospital without getting caught.
He stepped onto the floor, the cold temperature immediately transferring to his feet. He walked
around the room, scanning every nook and crevice to find something that could help him create
the perfect escape plans.
He found scissors, cutters, extra shirts and some containers of pills from the restroom cabinets.
He dryly swallowed down some of the containers. He winced in pain as the pills slowly slipped down his throat.
They were pain killers.
He took out a needle that was previously impaled in his veins. Small droplets of blood
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PAIN KILLERS #wattys2018(REVISED)
FanfictionI will always make anyone happy, even though I am not happy enough with myself. This story is about Min Yoongi. He has been taking pills since he hurt himself. A pill that keeps him alive. But what if he run out of pills? What does the pills reall...
