It's back again. Yoongi wanted to believe he was getting better, but it's become worse than ever.
Those little invasive thoughts. They're tearing him apart, one by one. They're eating away at his mind.
These days, he can't even bring himself to get out of bed. There is solace in his quiet room, the light peeking out from the curtains of his window, the quiet hum of the ceiling fan. He doesn't want to see the world.
He's safe.
And yet, he is terrified.
Most of the time, being alive was okay. The inflation and deflation of his lungs, reminding him of his own unwanted existence. It was fine.
But now, being alive was painful. It hurt.
The beating of his heart, the rise and fall of his chest.
Yoongi wanted to erase his existence from the
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He knows it when he finds himself alive after trying countless times to end his own pathetic life.
He knows it more than anything.
Yoongi throws the pistol across the room, the object colliding with the mirror, the shards falling to the floor. He wishes he could destroy himself just as easily.
And he can't breathe. He can't breathe, he feels like he's suffocating. He can't breathe, he can't breathe, he can't breathe.
He lets his body touch the mattress, curling his body against his blanket, raindrops falling from his eyes, his fingers claw against his throat and chest. Everything hurts. He wishes it would just stop hurting.
A hand finds its way in his hair, and the other rubs circles into his back. Above him, an angelic voice whispers soft assurances.
"You're okay, my dear. Everything will be alright. I'm here."
Yoongi hates himself for this. He hates how calm he feels when he's there.
Him. Hoseok.
His breathing settles down. He feels human again. Well, as human as one can be when they can't possibly die.
Slowly, he rises, immediately wrapping his arms around the neck of the other male. He breathes.
"Why- Why can't you just let me die?" His words hang heavy in the air.
It's quiet, so quiet. Yoongi can't stand it.
"It's not your time, remember?"
He nods.
The angel begins to sing a lullaby, one that his mother used to sing when he was
him to leave and his face changes to a grin as he races out of the
He can breathe again, a little. Still ragged. He doesn't know how long he stays there, but it's a long time.
He develops a habit of putting his hand on his heart and turning pale. He is literally dying of guilt.
attempts to commit suicide were futile, he will continue living and embrace life. “ So since am
He realized how easily he could die, and how the smallest actions and behaviors that he showed could be fatal. I have had a few experiences that caused me to realize my own mortality – all of these times were while I was driving, and I found myself seconds away from an accident. A few times, I had control over the situation – the almost-accident was my fault. However, there were a couple of times when I couldn’t have done anything to save myself – this was a terrible feeling and realization. I realized how quickly my life could end, and how little say I had about
There is no meaning in his life anymore. “He was the nearest thing to a dead man on earth. He was a dead man with a mind that could still think. You’re dead mister and you died for nothing.”
if he pitied himself in those last difficult hours--because he was so young, because he was so
He began to thinks about it deep down, he starts to losing his humanity as
She lays there holding her head in pain, Her eyes wide open, fear covering her features. Time flies by and suddenly minutes later she slowly and
Aylin Mares James McGee AP Literature and Composition 15 January 2016 Lit Notes based on William Shakespeare’s Hamlet The supernatural forces on earth- In the introduction of the play there is an appearance of a ghost. The state of the ghost sets a tone in Hamlet in a sense of dread and despair. The existence of the ghost declares the murder of the previous king and encourages Hamlet to take revenge.
His dreams are vague and unsettling—dark and shadowed and blurry with figures made of light, shiny and indistinct to his eyes. Distant laughter and inaudible but horribly familiar voices whisper in the background. There’s a hand on his shoulder and another stroking his hair, but no matter where he looks no one is there.
He notices he is now fully crying, his cheeks have stream marks from the tears, and his head throbs almost as loud as his heart
Carisi lies in bed, letting his thoughts take over. His right hand sneaks under the waistband and he slowly strokes himself.
He feels unhinged; he feels confused. He feels like he's never felt before, and what the fuck does that even mean, really?
Seeing this, Jack gave his fabulous laugh and unlocks one of his hands free. Afterwards, Jack outstretches the free hand to you and gently your face closer to