dear dream || nct dream

O n e - Dear Mark

Dear Mark

Depression got the best of us.
I'm sorry I wasn't strong enough.
I'm sorry that I cut our life short.
I'm sorry for ruining our body.

I needed a way out so I turned to drugs and alcohol.
It helped for a little while but then the pain would always come back.
I felt useless and unneeded.
The blade that'd pierce my skin felt like nothing to the pain I felt inside.

My friends and family got me to go through 2 more years.
2 years, exactly today was my first suicide attempt.
I hope today isn't an attempt.
I wished that I loved and treasured you,
I'm sorry.

-Mark

Mark read the paper in his hands with tears in his eyes.

He wiped away the tears and snot with his scarred wrist.

Mark looked up at the stars in the sky then down to the ground which was 14 floors down.

Mark read the letter once again before folding the paper and putting it into his pocket.

He looked inside the apartment making sure that his friends were asleep.

He stepped onto the balcony and stood, a small smile on his face and his eyes closed as tears rolled down.

He outstretched his arms into a T pose and let the cold breeze brush against him.

"I'm sorry... but I'm finally gonna be happy. Forgive me." Mark went limp and the pressure of the air hit his stomach hard.

Pain.

That's all he felt when he hit the hard concrete ground.

Some screams were heard as he layed on the ground.

His memories came flashing, ambulance sirens were blaring loudly.

The background sounds of screaming and sirens echoed around Mark's head.

Mark smiled softly, coughing out blood.

"Goodbye.. world.." Darkness.