.

.

.

"Jaehyun, where you going?"

Taeyong was walking down when he heard shuffling downstairs and staggering when he caught eye on a unsteady looking Jaehyun. He was confused as why the man was unstable, leaning on the wall, then his thoughts kicked in.

He was high.

Anybody could just tell by the way he was walking. Or maybe he was drunk, either way Taeyong had to help. As Jaehyun turned around Taeyong gasped in shock, Jaehyun looked terrible.

Taeyong saw his heavy eye bags under his eyes and his cheeks have been puffed up from who knows what, and he looked pretty thin. Of course not as thin as Taeyong, for he was the smaller of the two.

"You look- you look horrible Jaehyun- w-what-" Taeyong started.

"I don't need your input doll, clean the house while I'm gone." The man said with a groggily voice, he didn't sound anything like Jaehyun.

Taeyong though it wasn't him for a split second, until he realized he must've took a shot. A dose of a drug. Taeyong immediately had his mood changed and went up to Jaehyun to grab onto him arm.

"You can't go out like this, you took a shot didn't you?! Why?! You know if you take to many they could kill you Jaehyun! Why did you lie to me!" Taeyong raised his voice as Jaehyun gave him a disgusted look.

He shrugged off the thin arm and pushed the smaller against the nearest wall. Taeyong was struggling from breathing as he was so close and looked up to see him frowning down at him.

"Whats wrong doll? Can't breath?" He asked teasingly.

Then in shock Taeyong froze when he felt him grab his neck, instantly he grabbed onto the others large hands around his throat and panicked as he could barely feel oxygen. He quickly kicked around, but at this moment he was so weak in the others grip.

"J-Jae- stop!" Taeyong barely yelled above a whisper, but Jaehyun didn't.

Instead he watched. He watched Taeyong cry for help. He watched tears roll down his cheeks as he desperately tried to pry his hand off. He watched the smaller struggle, with no sign of helping anytime soon.

"J-Jae! I cant b-breath!" Taeyong choked out.

He started seeing black spots fill his vision, but before he could pass out his neck was released from the grip. He instantly fell down onto the floor, having a coughing fit. Taeyong felt the others hands grab his tiny face roughly to look up.

Taeyong stared fearfully into Jaehyuns lifeless eyes as he just kept an emotionless face. No sign of guilt at all, it scared him.

"Do you get it now?" Jaehyun asks lowly.

Taeyong was so shaken by what had just happened that he didn't even dare to move, or talk. He was panting softly.

"Touch me again- or even talk to me again. I'll
Make you regret it." He growled before taking his hold off the boys face and walking out the door, leaving with a slam.

Taeyong was so caught up in fear that he had just processed what had just happened. Jaehyun had choked him- he tried to kill him. Taeyong instantly felt hot salty tears run down his face and land on the cold wooden flooring. He started sobbing, crying until he felt his body shiver in coldness. He cried for so long that the sun slowly came above the horizon and showed into the silent house. The sun covering the walls with a golden highlight.

Taeyong sat there for a moment, watching as colors filled the awakened house. After a few moments, he stood up and made his way towards the upstairs. He walked into the bathroom and stopped as he looked at himself in the mirror. His reflection staring back at him.

Emotionless. His eyes and face was puffy and red, tear stained with dried tears covering his cheeks. His hair looked like a mess as the color he got was all faded and dead. He could see the outline of his cheek bones, and guess he hasn't been eating at all. His jawline was sharper than ever, but the most horrible thing that stood out what my neck. There was a red mark there, where Jaehyun had choked him.

He sighed a exhausted sigh and stripped himself from his clothes as he got into the shower. He stood in the shower for a good 10 minutes before he saw something, sharp and metal, from the corner of his eye. He tensed for a moment, thinking about how wrong it was. Unfortunately, his demons below erased those thoughts with what the pain would bring him.

Slowly reaching over, his skeleton figured hand grasped the sharp metal. He stared at it for a moment, and clenched his teeth. He slowly lifted his wrist and looked at it - it was all just skin and bones. That's all it was. He directed the metal towards pale skin and laid it down on the soft layer. Taeyong suddenly started aggressively crying, more than ever, and in one swift movement red liquid come out from his skin. He flinched in pain, but after he looked at my wrist to see the damage he inflicted on himself.

Blood was leaking down from his arm to his hand, washing away with the pure water that came from the shower head. That water was now turning cold.

He looked at it, disgusted by the cut. He didn't know what came over him but he made more, and more. He even went down to his thighs, and in mere minutes he was covered in the red thin liquid, his own blood. He let it the water clean it all off as he let the dull object drop from his hands to fall on the tub. Taeyong watched as red water ran down the drain. No emotion shown on face as his body was leaking with make shift holes. He felt light headed, he felt nauseous; all he wanted to do was be held in somebody's arms.

He turned off the water and grabbed his towel, shaking harshly. He dried myself off and then looked at myself in the mirror.

It was a horrific sight.

There was cuts it seemed everywhere on his body, the blood from some cuts had not stopped bleeding. No tears ran down his face, but he had urge to sob. Slowly, he lifted a finger and touched one of the cuts, hissing in pain as he redrew my hand. He fell down to my sore knees and opened the cabinets. He looked around, and saw the Aid kit. Grabbing it, he gets out the bandages and wraps it around all his wounds to prevent any blood from spilling. The pain didn't stop however as the wounds slowly more and more made him sore.

He looked around the bathroom to see some spots of blood here and there, and cursed in his mind. He backed himself into corner of the bathroom, letting himself lean on the wall. He could hear birds chirping outside, and the wind brushing up against the house making the wood groan. He simply sat there, letting a new day go to waste as he had no energy to chase the suns beams.

Now that he thought about it, he hadn't done that since he could remember. What did it feel like?