He had been kicked out of the hospital the previous day for staying longer than the visiting hour. He wanted to tell them his part of the story too. But he couldn't. He was a mute.

The receptionist lady gave him an apologetic look, before he was harshly pulled out by the guards.

It was 3am. He couldn't sleep. He was tossing and turning around the bed all by himself. It was completely silent and he could only hear the ticking of the clock.

He sighed and got up, and went to the bathroom to do his morning routine. He was tempted to cut again. But he didn't. For his friend. He wants to see Seokjin atleast once before he leaves.

He made himself a cup of coffee and sat on his desk, sipping from it, little by little to pass the time. He played a song. Yes. The same one again. This time, the lines hit him harder, bringing back the horrible memories and repeating them in his head over and over again.

Tears spilled out of his eyes, rolling down his cheeks like rain drops. He was tired of this. Tired of crying.

Thus, he made his way to the bathroom again. Picking up the razor from the shelf, he smiled. He didn't feel scared anymore. It was way easier.

It satisfied him to see the blood spill out of his wrist, dropping on the floor. He had cut on the same place as the previous one.

Day 7                                                        07.10.21

I did it again. I'm sorry but its just too tempting. It helps me to not think of things in a negetive way for some time. I don't think I can stop.

All this is getting way too much for me. I feel pressured. I wanna be loved. I really do. Please.