(self harm references. graphic description. vulgar reference to suicide)
*I thought I was done with. The sweat beads up against my forehead and around my spinal region. I toss and turn hoping I'll go in my sleep but stinging around the wounds keeps me up. I groggily bring myself up and I slam my palm against the light next to my bed to examine the scars. The freshly cut ones have faded easily from purple to red to yellow to green. My arm is pulsating and I don't know what to do but I don't want to get help considering I don't want to be helped. I try to go back to sleep but before I can turn the light back off, Kyung walks in.*
"Yo, Jiho what the fuck are you doing it's so late.." *he says as he walks through the door, not directing his full attention to me but I'm in a bit of a panic and my reflexes don't respond fast enough to hide the wounds.* "F-fuck! Jiho! Fuck what is on your arm... shit... Are you okay"*He runs over to me and examines my arm. His already wide eyes, even wider. His already pale face, even paler.* "Where does it hurt?"
*Kyung is really the only person that's given two shits about me, of course I have my other members but our bond was a little different. He was the only reason I sometimes regret. Though, it's not like I regret tremendously.*
"It hurts, Kyung, everywhere. But..she's gone.." *I tag that on, that's the most important thing to me. Her."
*I must've blacked out considering the rest is a blur. I can't quite remember what happened next. I don't even want to know*
*I thought I was done with. The sweat beads up against my forehead and around my spinal region. I toss and turn hoping I'll go in my sleep but stinging around the wounds keeps me up. I groggily bring myself up and I slam my palm against the light next to my bed to examine the scars. The freshly cut ones have faded easily from purple to red to yellow to green. My arm is pulsating and I don't know what to do but I don't want to get help considering I don't want to be helped. I try to go back to sleep but before I can turn the light back off, Kyung walks in.*
"Yo, Jiho what the fuck are you doing it's so late.." *he says as he walks through the door, not directing his full attention to me but I'm in a bit of a panic and my reflexes don't respond fast enough to hide the wounds.* "F-fuck! Jiho! Fuck what is on your arm... shit... Are you okay"*He runs over to me and examines my arm. His already wide eyes, even wider. His already pale face, even paler.* "Where does it hurt?"
*Kyung is really the only person that's given two shits about me, of course I have my other members but our bond was a little different. He was the only reason I sometimes regret. Though, it's not like I regret tremendously.*
"It hurts, Kyung, everywhere. But..she's gone.." *I tag that on, that's the most important thing to me. Her."
*I must've blacked out considering the rest is a blur. I can't quite remember what happened next. I don't even want to know*
the emoji's look really cute //sobs 
so cute!
