Summary: It's these times that Tsuzuki needs somebody to stop him.
A/N: The setting is wherever Tsuzuki is living at the moment, it's up to you how the place looks like. You decide. I ended up writing this during one cold lonely night after listening to a lot of emo songs. I guess this is what I get. Tsuzuki's POV.
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It's these times again.
Your heart starts beating fast. Tiny little drops of sweat appear on the skin above your upper lip. You're brain feels like it's going to explode. You have the sudden urge to slit your throat.
No, no, no, you whisper to yourself, resting your face on your knees.
You've been through this. Countless times you sit on the floor and lean against the bathroom wall. Fighting the urge.
Shit, you mutter under your breath. You slowly look up and stare at the empty wall infront of you.
Why... Why am I here again?
You promise yourself that it won't happen again, you swore this won't happen again, and you know it. And finding yourself back in this stage makes you want to grab the knife more, gradually making you feel more and more insane by the millisecond. Tiny little drops of sweat starts appearing on your forehead.
You grab the knife from the sink. Fresh blood from awhile ago still dripping on the edge ever so slowly.
Make up your god damned mind, you curse yourself. Heavy breaths sighing out of our mouth, you stare at your reflection on the knife your holding. You slowly feel the edges with the tip of your index finger.
So... sharp...
As if someone was controlling you so suddenly that you yourself startled yourself, you abruptly stand up and open the door. You run down the dark hallway hurriedly, as if running away from a ghost. Running, running.
Reaching the foot of your door, you pause and lightly touch the doorknob with your trembling fingers. You look back at the bathroom light, slightly creeping out from that tiny crack of the door, as if somebody is still in there.
And it's you.