suicide hotline

call one

yoongi ran into his small apartment, slamming the door behind him.
the tears fell down his face like a flood,
and the bad thoughts suffocated his brain.
he looked towards the kitchen.
"it's that easy" he thought.
yoongi hit the back of his head on the already dented door.
"not again."
he swiftly pulled a sleek black device out of his pocket and pressed the number he always had on speed dial, for emergencies like this one.
the call was answered after two rings.
"is this the suicide hot line?"

yoongi knew it was.
but he didn't quite trust himself.

he then heard breathing, like someone was laughing silently.

"no this is patrick."