Ceylan had his knees up to his chest, back towards the wall, with black streaming down from his eyes. 

"Just calm down Ceylan" he kept saying to himself "everything will be alright" 

"N€¢KLA¢€ ØF HØPE" 

"BULL€T ØF FÂITH" 

"MAGI¢AL M€DI¢INE" 

Each of those sentences kept repeating in his head as if it was an IPod stuck on replay. Thick black ooz continues to drip down his cheeks, clenching his knees as if it was a life preserver. 

"Leave me alone!! Get out of my head!!" 

Ceylan's calls couldn't be heard by anyone, even his parents...

Nobody could help him

He started to slowly break down. 

The voices kept repeating. Over, and over, and over, and over. 

💙💉💙💉💙💉💙💉💙💉

Ceylan grabbed the strap of his backpack, and unhooked it, throwing it over the pole to the curtains. He wrapped the rest of the strap around his neck, and solemnly sat on the window seal. Knowing there isn't going back. 

He put all of his weight on the strap around his neck, not struggling for very long, until his arms dropped, and his body went limp.