Therapy

Fourteen

To say Yoongi was stressed would be such an understatement.
He was having to take a razor to himself in secret each day to try and relieve his stress.
He knew he shouldn't be doing this to himself, but he couldn't.
He has already mangled his arms anyways.
It was only a matter of time before he started to cut his thighs or chest.
He was tempted more and more often, as he was losing room on his arms to cut.
Sometimes, he really did think about stopping, but then he would be reminded of why he started in the first place.
He sighed softly, placing the razor down again.
He'd made a fresh cut on his upper arm, close to his shoulder but not quite there.
He stared at the cut, tears threatening to fall.
He was destroying his body with cuts that just made him look even more ugly than he already did.
He frowned as he stared at each one of his cuts, wincing when he saw what he had carved into his arm about a year ago.
'Freak'.
He was called that for years before the carving was made in his arm.
He just caved in one day and carved it into his arm, which ended up with him constantly adding cuts to his arms.
He can't remember why he even caved in, and he didn't remember who made him cave in.
He didn't want to find out any of those answers.
He leaned back in his chair, staring at the wall with a blank expression.
He knew he had to start getting actual help instead of ignoring all the advice he was given, but he wasn't ready yet.
He wasn't ready to fix himself.
He hasn't even realised how broken he was yet, so he didn't think he needed help.
However, he was broken beyond repair anyways.
Nothing could fix him apart from the man named Jung Hoseok.