(Taehyung's pov)
He slowly pushed the blade into his skin and pulled it down , feeling the sting. Not too deep but deep enough to make himself bleed. It was exhilarating. He felt everything at once and nothing at all. He liked the colour red and he liked the way his blood was dripping onto the cold floor of the washroom ...drip drip drip. As if on cue ,a smile danced it's way to his lips to the rhythm of silence. He whispered sweet nothings to himself as he embraced the darkness around him. His broken mask was once again fixed , but for how long?
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My notes_______
So this is not really a chapter (I am sorry) but this is basically what self harm feels like. I am NOT at all encouraging self harm, but I just want you all to know, that you are not alone in this.
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If you ever want to talk about anything I am always here for you okay?
(Also I am really sorry for not writing a proper long story but if you want one about self harm, I can. Also, feel free to request. And, please support me and constructive criticism is always welcomed)
I purple you.
