考拉|koala°taekook

€

Two months whisked by in a blur.

Taehyung's condition just got worse and worse with every passing second, so much that he began to spend more time in his other phase than in his original one.

He never even went outside his house anymore, preferring to keep his doors and windows locked and himself out of sight.

He was afraid to go out, for fear of hurting anyone else during a split second decision.

Besides, it was better he hurt himself instead of an unsuspecting child or a woman.

And he did.

He hurt himself every day.

And every night, when he would come back to consciousness, his arms throbbed with countless scabs and slashes, most often with a bloody knife in his hand.

Once, he tried hiding every sharp thing he found in his room, only to wake up with a sick, metallic taste in his mouth and what looked like bite marks instead of the usual scars all over his body.

His psychologist tried to help him during his weekly therapeutic sessions, but to no avail.

At last, he suggested calling one of those caretaking agencies, and hiring one of their best, and Taehyung agreed.

In all honesty, he just wanted anything to do other than endlessly suffer. He had no hope of ever getting better anymore.

And so, he awaited the arrival of this apparent 'best'.

A/N: Blood Sweat and Tears came on just as i was writing that self abuse part

is that wrong?