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f o u r t e e n

midnight.

young-kyun would hate
me for doing this.

as much as i love him,
he's pretty much the only person
there for me.

everyone else is always talking
shit about me.

i can't do anything about it.

no one would want to help me. and
even if young-kyun tells me to
"ignore them", it still doesn't work.

midnight.

everyone is asleep.

i go to the kitchen and search quietly
for a sharp knife.

sharp enough to cut through my skin.

when i finally found one, i walk
straight to the bathroom.

i sit in the bathtub with the
door unlocked. when i'm finally
sitting in the bathtub comfortably,
i take the knife.

and slide it across my arm,
slowly but hard enough.

my arm starts bleeding.

i do the same for the other arm.

although it hurts, although i cry,
i am already dead. but now, i'm also
hoping for someone to find me, so i shout.

it most probably won't help, my family
members will not bother about
me at all.

"i'm sorry."

"i'm sorry."

"i'm sorry, young-kyun."

"please forgive me."

and then i pass out.