red water | vmin [complete]

eight

Jimin was quivering, he was sweating, he was panting and he was holding a blade he'd gotten out of a pencil sharpener to his wrist. It had taken some time to do but it was all he could do for himself at that point. That happened just toe days after the incident, and he'd been doing it ever since he got hold of it. It was the only thing he had to handle the guilt he felt bottled inside of him. Sometimes he wished he just was in prison for what he had done. He deserved it, after all and to him, it was a bit pathetic that he had paid himself out of going.

The water streamed out of the shower head and down into Jimins back, running even further to his wrists. His skin had been wetted now.. But the water had been toned red with blood.

// I apologize for this incredibly short story part, I made it as detailed as I could for you all.