Wish I was there too....

CHAPTER 3

Next Morning :

I woke up at the entrance of my apartment with a monstrous headache. I suddenly remember what happened yesterday...when all my being got...shattered by the dear ones I merely loved.
I still hoped it was just a terrible nightmare...but when I unlocked my phone, it's at this moment that I realized it wasn't a bad dream that I could forgive easily as I receive all the notifications from the commentary section.
- go kill yourself !! 🖕🏻💀
- they don't love you either, bitch 🖕🏻🖕🏻
- fucking witch, kill yourself !
- we hate you, die you motherfuckering bitch !! 🤬🤬
- nobody likes you 💀💀
- go jump off the rooftop 😡🖕🏻

As long as I read the comment, I felt...empty. Not a single tear came out of the corner of my non-glittering eyes because of this emptiness.
I don't know who did this and why does this person wanted me to live a full nightmare, but I'm sure about one thing...She got what she wanted.
Suddenly, the phone rang, making me snap out of my dark thoughts.

-*sigh* yes ?...
- Y/N ? It's Mingyu !
- Oh...hum...hi...
- ...you okay ?
- ... should I lie to him ? He had probably seen the post already...
- Y/N...you're here ?
- Y-yes...sorry...I'm just...tired...
- Oh...you want me to come over ?
- No !
- ...
- ...no no...sorry...don't worry about me, I'm perfectly fine...help me...
- ...Are you sure?...It doesn't bother me at all you know?
- I'm sure...I think I'm gonna rest a little...or forever...
- ...Hum...okay...well if something bothering you, don't hesitate ! Call me ! I'm here for you !
- ...I know that...that's what everybody said to me...
- Well...hum...I'll let you rest so stay healthy and...good night !
- Thanks Mingyu...
- No problem !!

When Mingyu hanged up...I felt lonely again...
Should I call him back and tell him the truth? Whatever...He's gonna leave me too...like everyone else...
I went to my bedroom and the first thing I saw was this picture of me...and NCT...I took the frame and that's when all my emotions came back.
With tears flowing down my cheeks again, I threw the frame on my desk, making the glass of it shattered down all the way on it.
As I lay down on my bed, my mind was filled with horrible thoughts...suicidal thoughts...
What's the point...why would I keep waking up to receive so much hate and living alone all my life ?...Would I...one day...know a peaceful and lovely life ?...
I looked again at my desk and when I saw the broken glass...I didn't control my mind anymore.
I took one piece of the glass...a really sharp one...lifted my sleeve, put it against my wrist and...
Wait...Should I call mom ?
I put the glass piece next to me and took my phone.
It rings...I hope she would answer me this time...but nothing happened...It was her voicemail...again...I let her a voicemail for the umpteenth time, pleading her to help me...
I grab again the piece of glass and this time I didn't hesitate anymore...
I cut the veins of my wrist. As I saw all the blood flowing out of the deep wound, with this beautiful dark red color, my vision blurred out little by little and my tears keep flowing on my cheeks due to the inner pain and the one of the wound.
My eyes closed by themselves, I almost feel nothing anymore.
I felt...peaceful...until...

- Y/N ? OH MY GOD Y/N !!! HURRY, CALL AN AMBULANCE, WE'RE LOSING HER !!! HANG ON Y/N !!
I'M HERE !!