I rolled up my sleeves and grabbed something from my book bag.
Something silver and shiny with little red stains on it. Something I've used on myself multiple times. Soothing that I use almost everyday. Something that I never regret.
I brought it down on my wrist, wincing and the small pain it left. I wasn't too bad anymore. You get used to it after doing it for 3 years.
The door to the restroom opened and I quickly pulled down my sleeves hiding the blade.
It was one of Minho's friends. He walked right passes me and into one of the stalls.
I rolled up sleeves again ignoring the small red stains now on them.
I rinsed the blade off and put it back in my bag. I grabbed some towels and places them carefully on my cut wrists.
The blood going right through them.
Every couple seconds I would change them until eventually it wasn't that bad.
I then walked out the bathroom like nothing happened.
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I Fucking Hate You
Fanfiction"God I fucking hate you. I hate everything about you. I hate that you're breathing." "Fine then, I'll stop breathing just for you." Han Jisung loves Lee Mingo but Minho despises him. Jisung would do anything for Minho. Literally anything. ⚠ ...
