It's been a month since the worst incident of my life happened. It's like the world's collapsing and it will never stop. As the dark night engulfs me, I feel myself surrendering to the depression and anxiety that the eerie silence brings. No hope or vision of a bright future, I sit on my bed, curled up like a ball, drunk as I think about that incident. Who did it? Why her? Suicidal thoughts begin to rush in but they soon get disrupted as I hear someone yelling OPPA GANGNAM STYLE!!! Who tf is singing at 3 AM- ⚠️TW⚠️ :Suicide, self harm, strong language and slight smut. Hope you enjoy the story :) 💜