oh, were you right when you said something will happen.

you run all the way back home, tears flooding your shirt, making your mascara run down your face. your lipstick is smudged and your hair is a complete mess.

your mom gasps when she sees you at the front door, confused as to what has happened to her daughter. her poor, innocent daughter. she has been ruined.

you rush to get to your room, pushing out everything thats in your way. you hear your mom desperately call your name before you shut your door and lock it.

you grab a sticky note and a pen thats nearly dried out from your desk and scribble down 'im sorry that i might come off as selfish, but i have to think about myself for once and end this pain. i wish there were other ways but this is the only one that i havent tried yet' on it.

you leave the note on your unmade bed and stumble towards your bathroom. the first thing that you notice when you turn on the lights is the stain that's left on the center of your shorts. no, youve not forgotten to wear a pad or tampon, youve forgotten your innocence at your so called boyfriend's house.

how could sehun do this to you? how could one have the heart to do such a cruel thing to a sad, lonely teenage girl. the worst thing is that he knew that you needed love and attention, he knew that you were innocent and vulnerable.

the feeling of betrayol and furiousity make a return to your weak heart, making you feel as if you're about to burst. without even realizing what youre doing, you close your eyes shut tight before throwing your fist towards the mirror. instantly, the stinging sensation of broken glass pieces piercing through your skin brings you back to your senses.

your eyes run all over the sink and bathroom floor, in the search for the biggest piece. once you find the sharpest looking one, you drop down onto the glass filled ground, trying your best to ignore the extreme pain that you feel on your lower body.

youre nice, yet everyone treats you like youre a piece of trash.

one cut.

youre loyal, yet everyone you know betrays you whether its one way or the other.

two cuts.

youre alive, yet everyone pretends like youre dead.

three cuts.

you still want to make everyone happy, so if thats what they wish, then make it come true.

four cuts.

ten made along your pale wrist by now, finally the last one hits the right spot.

you drop the piece of glass from your hand, the rest of your body lifelessly falling back onto the floor.

your heart beats quicker than it ever has, red liquid creating a pool around your limp body.

your vision turns blurry.

your heart slows down.

your lungs cant take in oxygen anymore.

your chest falls once more before stopping right there, still.

youre gone.

youve made everyone happy.