TEXT MSG, minsung

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!trigger warning! (if you're sensitive to things like bleeding and acts of self-harm, then please proceed with caution.)

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there was something oddly calming about silence, especially one that made you unaware of time or reality. it was just you, alone with yourself and your mind. there was nothing else, only those things.

minho had grown to appreciate silence. as a kid growing up, he'd never been a huge fan of it, as it always meant that something chaotic was going to arrive soon; like the calm before the storm. noise was a daily occurrence in his life back then, complete with so much shouting and reckless behaviour galore, and that was all the younger minho ever knew.

but now, he loved the quiet. he needed it to stay sane, to function properly.

with his head absent of so many of his usual invasive thoughts, his mind felt clear for once. he felt like he could finally rest.

the coldness of the bathroom tiles seeped into minho's pale skin, but yet minho paid it no mind. his body felt an ice marble, as his dorm's bathroom had always been particularly cold during winter, but he barely moved from his spot on the floor.

the door was locked, blocking him out from the outside world, and minho was more than okay with that. he didn't want any disruptions. he just wanted to be alone.

his eyes fell on his exposed arms, blankly observing the way his previously healthy skin had turned a deathly pale shade, the surface rough and dry. his wrists were thin, their joints more pronounced than ever, but minho couldn't find it within himself to care.

he didn't even feel like himself. everything he saw felt distant, like he was watching this unknown person through a camera lens, observing how they were gradually breaking off into nothing. the body he was staring at had nothing substantial left, only sunken skin and brittle bones, and there was nothing he could do to stop it.

but suddenly, minho didn't pay much attention to his body any longer, as something else had caught his eye.

a shiver ran down his spine, one that made tension arise in his body and trigger his fight or flight response.

that familiar feeling of being watched presented itself again, and minho groaned, messily tugging through the strands of his dark hair. he didn't want this to happen, he just wanted to be by himself. but why was that so hard to achieve?

"leave me alone," minho spoke, hugging his arms around his knees. even that small action took quite a bit of effort on his part. "please let me be..."

that thing watching him didn't listen though, and minho became agitated. he gritted his teeth, fisting his hands inside his hair.

"go away!" he exclaimed. silence was the only response he was given, and he felt livid with anger. why couldn't he just be left alone? why was all this happening to him? what did he do to deserve this? "i said go away!"

a shadow materialized at the corner of the bathroom, slow and patient, and minho's blood ran cold. panic flowed through his veins, but his terror kept him in one place. he couldn't move.

the shadow kept growing bigger and bigger, kept being more and more visible to minho, and the dark haired male felt more frightened then he'd ever felt in his entire life.

a face painstalkingly formed on the shadow's head, pale and ghastly, and drew closer and closer to where minho was. minho started inching away, but when his back collided with the wall, and he couldn't do anything else.