I woke up to the smell of sickness and medication. It was the smell that I was most familiar with. The hospital's smell.
I looked to my right, and saw a patient heading out the door with a family member, smiling and laughing. I felt disappointed.
My psychiatrist was sitting next to me. "Y/N, I need you to stay alive. There's someone I want you to meet. I hope you can hold on for a little longer." She said with a small smile.
I forced a smile on my face just to reassure her. I looked down at my hand, that was filled with cuts and bruises. I sighed deeply. I failed.
Failed to kill myself.
I tried lifting my arm, but it wouldn't move. I wanted to remove the thin tube that was in my skin with medicine in it and finally relieve myself of pain.
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One More Day|Taehyung (short ff)
Short Story"Stay with me for one more day" You're a suicidal girl, and you're in love with a criminal. He influences you in a way you can't control and you continue to live each day a bit longer just for him. Inspired by @JiminFication
