✓ | 𝐒𝐔𝐈𝐂𝐈𝐃𝐄 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄. ( ʷʰʸ ᵈᵒⁿ'ᵗ ʷᵉ )

seven

(older version, edited one below)

daniel gently placed down the five letters that he had written to his bandmates on the bathroom counter.

"i'm gonna miss you guys. even if you don't care that i'm gone. " he spoke.

he lifted the cool metal razor and pressed it firmly against his lower wrist.

he held back his tears.

"it's gonna be over soon, daniel. the pain.. it'll be gone." the brunette told himself, looking at his wrist and smiling.

"my life's a movie," he stated confidently, moving his eyes to his reflection in the mirror.

he took his last breath.

"the end."

he slid the razor across his cold, pale skin, blood gushing out like a small waterfall.

he went as deep as he could go. 

the boy's whole life flashed before his eyes.

his marriage.

his children's birth.

their graduation.

daniel crumbled to the floor, his stiff body making a loud sound as it banged against the bathroom tiles.

"what was that?"

(edited version)

placing down a stack of four envelopes with names neatly written in a smudged black ink on the bathroom counter, daniel sighed.

he didn't want to leave his best friends in the whole wide world -- even if they all hated him deeply -- but he knew it was for the best. taking himself away from this cruel world would send his fans into a frenzy, but at least the boys would be relieved of the boy's 'absence.'

daniel letting out a shaky and heart-breaking breath, staring down the metal razor on the marble counter. silently picking it up, he held it in his cold hands. it was thin, like a knife blade -- unironically, though, it was the blade of a box cutter he found in the basement, which he ripped out a few years ago and has been using to harm himself ever since.

it was like a companion. like, how people have pets or a stuffed animal they use to calm themselves down, or make themselves feel safe. the razor was daniel's companion.

he lifted it to his lower-wrist, the coolness sending chills down his spine. sighing once more, he glanced up at himself in the mirror with glossy eyes.

"my lifes a movie," daniel started, putting pressure on his arm.

"the end."

he slid the blade across his wrist, shoving it into his body until he felt bone.

he couldn't stop; at least not now. this is it, he thought. i'm really doing this.

his whole life flashed before his eyes as the boy moved the razor lower down on his arm, creating another line of oozing blood.

the red substance was all over his fingertips and arms and hands, but daniel didn't care. he was finally free of the pain he felt for years and years on end.

collapsing onto the cold ground with a thud, his head slammed against the bathroom floor, blood flowing out of it as if it were late for school.

the blood from his wrists trickled down in a hurry, a hurry to kill daniel. the last sight he could see was the blurry image of the bathroom counter and the stack of papers he had left.

the last few words he could get out were "i'm sorry.", before closing his eyes gently and let out another shaky breath, feeling his heart slowly stop.

he gave up.