A beautiful petal grew from the crimson rose
34 petals left
*warning, suicide attempt, if you are sensitive, please skip the chapter, I too am sensitive*
Y/n p.o.v
it's like a never ending circle of mistrust and guilt, it swallows a person quickly than the sand drying up.
the headaches grew stronger, like if trying to contain me into a bottle, ever since that incident... my mind has not been at peace.
those words;
A L I V E
strap me
pin me
i thought karma was the worse of them all...
i guess i was wrong.
its been a week in a half since my ... brother joined the army, should i even say,
hell
is this even hell?
"stay calm, don't let it get to you" my lips parted, breathing in and out from this thick and suffocating atmosphere.
all alone in a room, desperation of silence, could there be anything worse?
*yes, you are just blind y/n~*
STOP THE VOICES!!!
please
just stop them...
please i beg..
*beg? are you crazy? there's no such thing as mercy here sweetie, just take it, take it*
the whispers yelled, surrounding my bed, my clothes, my soul.
the pills are laying there...
asking me to just reach them
Grasp them
" no stop" I grabbed my hair, holding onto sanity.
*come on, one pill wouldn't bite! At least try!*
What is wrong with me!
I look at the selfish bottle on my hands, I deeply looked at my hands, how easily they were to grab.
Was I being selfish?
*no, your saving yourself*
From what?
The truth?
*...*
The whisper stays quietly.
" I c-can't do this, not after..."
