SENSITIVITY WARNING:
This is gonna be a graphic book where thoughts of suicide and self harm are going to be common.
Thank you, and enjoy.
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Jungkooks POV
I drag the cold blade across my scarred skin and otherworldly pleasure soon takes over my body.
My eyes roll to the back of my head as I cut myself again.
And again.
And again.
"Jungkook, Dinner's ready! I made your favorite!"
I hesitantly look at the door, towards the sound of my moms voice.
I slowly set down the blade, and wiped up the blood spilling from my wrists.
I raised my arms as I pulled a thick red sweatshirt over my head, and walked through my doorway to the dining room.
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5 minutes later
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"why am I so worthless?"
"he's right, no one will ever like me."
A loud voice snapped me out of my thoughts.
"Honey, you haven't touched your food. Aren't you hungry?"
"Not really mom, I ate a lot at school today." I quickly responded.
From the corner of my eyes I could see my mom carefully studying my face.
"Okay sweetheart. You can go to your room then."
Without her answering back I slowly headed up the stairs to my room.
I closed the door behind me and my eyes immediately caught sight of the bloody razor blade, sitting on my bedside table.
I ignored the sight and plopped myself onto my bed and unlocked my phone.
My eyes widen as I looked over all 29 new messages, all from the same 4 people.
On the verge of tears, I set my phone down.
I looked over to my side and once again met eyes with the sharp blade besides me.
With shaky hands I lift it up, and roll back my sleeves.
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