Night time, not a single star to be found in the sky as he sat outside in the tree house he build with Sehun months ago, somewhere he liked sitting whenever his head was flooded with thoughts. Today being one of those days as everything got too much, too many things happened and all at once leaving him with his mind completely stuffed, which was a suffocating feeling, mainly because he felt like this for days maybe even weeks already.
Not only that but adding to all the shit was the fact that he had been getting more and more nightmares, nearly every single day but he never told anyone about them, he knew they would send him to get himself checked and he knew how he would end up if that happened so he kept it all to himself. Every night, when everyone was asleep he'd crawl out of bed, leaving the younger he loved so much there alone for a while and he'd either scream, cry or hurt himself in order to get rid of the frustration. He would wake up from the nightmares, completely confused about whether it was reality or a dream and in order to find out he would try all kinds of methods.
Another day full of shit had passed and Jongin was starting to get more and more tired, both physically and mentally. The bags under his eyes would get even worse, everything would get worse. His health too. Though he knew what was going to come afterwards he decided to sleep it off. Not one bit of rest he would get as he woke up at least 4 times due to all the nightmares.
"2:04 AM" the clock said when he woke up again, tears streaming down his face as he once again got caught in a terrible nightmare. He shot up and his eyes scanned around the room, but the same pictures as in his nightmare were still there even though it was reality. He panicked. He wasn't even able to seek comfort by Sehun who was laying next to him as he hadn't even noticed the younger. He stormed out of bed, his fingers tangling in his hair and tugging at it, trying to see if he could feel anything. He could, but he didn't notice as he was completely panicking.
He had stormed towards the bathroom, nearly knocking over all his packed bags in the process. He screamed, and hit the mirror with his fist upon reaching the bathroom, -- the mirror breaking into a million pieces -- to find out if he could feel it but due all the panicking he just couldn't. His head was flooding with thoughts and images, he went insane. He felt like it was all still a nightmare, it wasn't reality.
The minutes after that went by fast, he had crouched down and grabbed a big piece of glass. It was like a deja-vu. He brought the sharp object to his neck, the tip of it digging into the skin and slowly he dragged it over to the other side, making a cut along his neck. Blood, lot's off blood was what he saw. It dripped down onto the ground, it seemed like it was crawling in between the shattered glass. More blood. And more. Then his sight started getting blurry, more and more.
Eventually it became all silent and his sight became completely dark, and then he let out one last breath.