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*sunoo pov*
the guy frowned, grabbed my hair again.
"who said you could hit me, huh?"
the guy punched me in my stomach, making me hit the ground. i tasted blood in my mouth, making my stomach turn.
"jeez, that just turned me off."
the rest of the guys left, leaving me on the ground as usual. i got up, grabbing my bag. i held my stomach as i walked home. my mom didn't care if i came home late or if i even came home.
***
i opened the door to my "house", going inside. of course, my mom had another man here again. he looked at me, then my mom turned around.
"oh, that's my son, sunoo.", she said.
i slightly bowed, heading upstairs. i just wanted to lay down and try to relax. i threw my bag in my room, heading to the bathroom in my room.
i opened up a draw, grabbing a small blade out. i lift my sleeve up, looking at my old cuts. i choose a place where i want to cut then i cut my wrist. watching the blade go into my skin, making blood gush out. i watched the blood drip into the sink. i slowly looked in the mirror, staring at myself. i felt a knot in my throat, making tears form in my eyes. i watched as the tears dripped down my face.
im so useless...
life is meaningless, why am i still here.
my hand started shaking as i looked at the blade. a tear drop fell on top of my wrist, mixing in with the blood.
my breathing got heavy as i looked at the blade. i felt like i was going crazy. i was about to cut my wrist again until i heard a buzzing noise.
i came outside my bathroom, searching for the noise in my room. it was from my bag, most likely my phone. i opened up my bag, looking at my phone. my Instagram was blowing up.
i opened my phone, seeing a post of me. it was earlier, when i was at my desk...
i turned my phone off, going back into the bathroom.
