I stretched as the buzz of my alarm went off. Yay, another day of hell! I thought as I sat up rubbing my sleepy eyes. Looking around my dark room I set my gaze on the time illuminating my room in a glowing red light. 5:21 in the morning! Why the hell did my alarm go of this early?! I try thinking and recall that I did exactly set it to wake me up at 7. I groan in annoyance before pulling the covers of myself letting the cold invade my personal bubble. I get of my bed and walk into the bathroom where I do the usually routine of washing myself. I pull the draw open to get the hairbrush but see the metal blade. I pick it up feeling the metal as cold as ice. I flip it over in my hand and brush the metal across my skin but not on the point so it doesn't hurt. I sigh brushing my hair out my face. I hesitate when it comes to self harm but the glimmer of the metal catches my eye every time. I stare at the point begging for it to slice through my skin like paper. I tighten my grip and become determined.
I pull the blade across my skin but not in a straight line like normal. No. I wright I word, just like I'm using a pen I glide the blade across my skin carving the word "Pain" onto my skin. I smile at it before the blood starts seeping out the cut and the pain begins. I smile before dabbing a cold, wet towel on it. The pain is nice. I don't really see a reason to hesitate on cutting myself anymore. I then pull on a blank sweater to cover up my sleeves and I feel the remaining bleed being absorbed by the soft sweater. I put a little bit of lip balm on my chapped lips before exiting my room and going down to the kitchen looking in the cabinet. The coldness of the tiles make my shiver as it affects my bare toes. Going up on my tip toes, I reach for the top shelf, seeing some waffles that I might aswell try and eat.
I couldn't see what I was doing so I look down at the counter fiddling with my hand on the top shelf. Before my hand hovers over an Item I grasp a tight grip and pull it down revealing a knife. Not what I was looking for but it will do. I walk away from the cabinet and close it before coming over to the sink pulling up one of my sleeves. "Time to create art, write all my feeling. Which will always stay hidden by a fluffy sweater or long black sleeves" With that whisper, I fiddle with the knife before pressing the cool metal against my soft skin. I carve the word "Tear" Into my skin and look at it before putting it under the tap washing the blood away.
I pulled my sweater back up and looked back at the cabinet where the waffles that I was trying to get were. In the end, I shrugged breakfast off and instead went to the living room. I sat down huddling into my sweater due to the cold bitter air. Picking up my phone, I get a text from Hana saying how excited she is for the Bts fan meeting tomorrow. I groan in annoyance forgetting I made a promise for that.
After a while of staring into the abyss, I get up and head to the kitchen. I grab a mug which suited me.
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I fill the cup with milk and put it in the microwave to heat up. The microwave soon beeps indicating it's ready and I pull it out and get some hot chocolate powder. I put 3 teaspoons of chocolate powder in and stir it until it's a milky brown color. Then for my finishing touch I add some marshmallow. I take my hot chocolate back to the living room and warm my hands up with my hold on the cup. I sip gently at the drink before turning on the TV. The news flashes on the screen as I listen to see if I might be murdered in my neighborhood. You never know, there may be a chainsaw dude running around on my street and if I didn't watch the news, I probably would never know.
I finish my warming hot chocolate and pull up my sleeve to see the words cut into my skin perfectly. I trace my finger over the word "Pain" and I smile. Suddenly a knock on the door interrupts me as I tug my sleeve down over my cuts. I get up from my seat and go to the door, twisting the handle to unlock it. Once I pull the door open it reveals a boy that I recolonize but I just can't seem to find it in my negative memory. But without warning he wraps his arms around me pulling me into a hug and I stand there a little bit confused.
I pull him away and hold his face in my hands as I asses him and he just smiles. "I haven't seen you in so long!!" He says and the voice put the finishing piece together and I realized it was Chanyeol from my high school. I mean, I didn't particular like my high school but Chanyeol was one of the few people who didn't stab me in the back. "......Jesus. It has been a while hasn't it" I say nodding my head trying to find the last time we met in my jigsaw of memories. He laughs before entering the house getting away from the frosty wind. He takes his coat of and throws it over his shoulder which makes the coat fly in the air and land on my face making myself blind. I clear my throat and he turns around laughing as I pull the coat of my head with a pout.
He ruffles my hair before going to the living room which I follow. "Still the boring black and white scheme?" I cross my arms. "Why does everyone thing black and whites boring, It is modern!" I argue back
He makes himself comfortable on the couch whilst I sit on the floor because I felt like it. He then turns of the news and flicks through the channels. "What the hell are you doing?!" He looks at me before smiling mischievously. "I didn't even invite you! What is it with people just coming into my house without permission?" Chanyeol tilts his head. "Who else came in uninvited.?!" He says wiggling his eye brows. I huff in annoyance as my attention turns back to the TV which he has stopped on a Channel. I look up to see it was Spiderman:Homecoming. I look at him with puppy eyes as he has the remote in his hand ready to change channel.
And then he changes it with a smirk. Nah, one thing is coming into my house uninvited but not letting me watch Spiderman. Oh he has another thing coming. I pounce on him ticking his weak spot as I snatch the remote. I tickle him a bit more for extra payback and he begs for me to stop as he laughs. I then quickly rush back over to my seat on the floor and change back to Spiderman. "Come on, you'll enjoy it" He tilts his head with a smile. "This feels like the old times" I nod turning my attention back to the movie.
-Time Skip-
"If your nothing without out this suit then you shouldn't have it" I say standing up doing an impression of Iron man whilst Chanyeol looks at me giggling a bit. "God I sound like my dad" I say putting my hand on my forehead in "ashame" meanwhile Chanyeol is laughing not even watching the movie. I sit down with a goofy smile on my face and turn back to the movie.
-Time Skip-
"What the fu-" I do an impression of Aunt May at the end whilst my eyes start to flutter shut. "That was great!!! But why did we watch it if you knew the whole film of my heart" I quickly rubbed my eyes to keep them open. "Because you hadn't watched it, and I love it! I mean whats not to love. The actor, Tom Holland, is perfect for the role. It's very comedic. It even featured Iron Man. I love many scenes and I could watch most scenes time and time again. You know there is just something about it. And also Spider mans my favourite super hero and-"
"I get it" Chanyeol cuts me of as I smile as my eyes become more heavy. "You know, I could watch more of those marvel movies. What about Iron Man?" He asks me but I just nod before saying a quick "Goodnight" And then everything goes black.
-Chanyeol POV-
It's late and I had fun watching Spiderman so I asked Minji if we could watch Iron Man but instead I got a response of Good night. I look over to see her eyes flicker shut and her whole body relax. My eyes soften. I haven't seen her in ages and we still had so much fun. I get up from my seat and pick Minji up bridal style, brushing some of her hair out of her face. I examine her face as we go upstairs.
I carefully place her down in the bed and tuck her in like a smol child. I stay there for a bit staring at her. No, I'm not a stalker and I don't have any feeling towards her. It's just I haven't seen her forever.
I smile one last time before exiting the room ready to go home.
