As I start crying my eyes out, I get out my stuff...
My blade... Check
My pills... Check
Me dead... Almost
Note... Why do I need one? No one cares anyways. Whatever. I'm doing one.
Suicide note... Check
Let's do this.
Let's end this.
Finally.
YOU ARE READING
Death Wish
Short StoryIf Only I Could Make My Death Wish Come True... BTS x DepressedReader