Twelve
Name: Rissy
Tittle: Twelve
Challenge: 1
Author: Clariguard
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: 2min
Warning: Near death, Cutting, Blood
Summary: Taemin is sent down the path of depression and begins to cut one day when no one was home.
Word count: 1078
(Taemin POV)
I grabbed the knife when no one was home anymore. I couldn't deal with this sadness anymore, this empty feeling in my chest. Minho. One. Minho. Two. Minho. Three. Red slashes filled my wrist one by one. I felt nothing, no pain, only happiness. With each cut across my wrist, I felt every negative emotion pour out of me with how much blood I spilled. All I had to do was keep spilling it and I'd be better, complete; whole.
Minho. Eleven. My eyes were already becoming heavy. I could feel water underneath me. Must be that bath I started a while ago. It was spilling over, onto the floor. The white tiled floor was red as my blood dripped from my arms, mixing with the water.
I gripped the knife harder in my hand and instead a slash “across the street” I cut myself “down the road” on top of my vain from my wrist to the inside of my elbow. Twelve.
I couldn't take much anymore as I dropped the knife, body beginning to feel numb everywhere. My hands fell down to my sides, my breath becoming short. My head hurt and started to float. My fingers were white, my body was white. Nothing was moving no matter how many times I wanted to reach for the knife again.
Why? Why me? Why won't you let me fix everything with that knife?! It's helping me!! Can't you see this?! What the hell's wrong with you?! Do you really call yourself God, just watching me, laughing at my pain and my happiness?! Why do you torment me?!?!
“Taemin!?!” Minho barged into the bathroom, splashing around in the red flooring. I remember thinking, I need more crimson, before darkness took over.
(Minho POV)
“Taemin!?!” I screamed after breaking through the locked bathroom door, after seeing the pale and lifeless Taemin. The floor was red, the tub was over flowing. I quickly turned the water off and opened the drain, grabbing towels after.
With as many towels down on the ground to soak up water, I took another and lightly wet it in the still full tub. I gently got any extra blood off of Taemin's arm and took a dry one and wrapped it around the twelve wounds.
“9-1-1, What's your emergency?” Someone asked when I got thorough.
“I need an ambulance-” I gave my address and waited for the sirens. I applied pressure to stop the bleeding in Taemin's arms.
His body seemed so lifeless and I could barely make out any sign of life except for a slight raise of his chest every 36 seconds. He was pale, the crimson blood was still around his skin, drying in some parts to a disgusting brown. His lips were already chapped and no longer pink, his eyes closed. It hurt my heart to seem him like this.
I heard sirens twelve minutes after I got off the phone with 9-1-1. Paramedics took him from me, and bringing me with them. We rushed to the hospital, taking us twelve minutes to arrive. Taemin's wounds hadn't stopped bleeding in the long cut he made down his arm.
Twelve minutes later, a doctor came out to give me information on him.
“He's alive and breathing but getting many stitches still. I thought you should know about this, but I also need to ask you some questions.” I nodded my head, relieved that he was alright. “Has he been suffering from any depression lately?”
“A death and separation. That's the only things that would have triggered this.” He wasn't entirely lying. Someone close to him did die, but the separation was only when Taemin confessed to Minho. I had told him that I didn't want to endanger our friendship, when in reality, it was all I ever wanted; to be closer to Taemin. But society wouldn't accept it.
“I understand. Also,-” He fired questions at me for a while and I waited for Taemin.
After an hour of stitching Taemin's arms up, he was put in a room where I waited for him to awaken. The doctors told me he should wake up soon but it was only twelve minutes of waiting when I stepped in.
His eyes opened, revealing hazy brown orbs that I thought I would never see again. He looked around the room, then found my eyes. At first, he was shocked, then angry, then confused.
“M-M-Minho... Wh-Where... Wh- Why....”
“Taemin, you're in the hospital. You cut yourself twelve times. Jeez, Taemin! Twelve times!” there was a brief silence. Taemin wouldn't look at Minho any longer.
“Yah, I'm not mad. I was worried. Taemin, I thought... I thought I was going to lose you.” Taemin lifted his head again to meet my eyes, tears filling them.
“M-Mianhae... B-But it's n-not like y-you care a-anyway...” Taemin said, tears streaming down his face.
“I care more than you know.” I said getting up and sitting on the edge of Taemin's hospital bed.
“T-Then why...”
“Taemin, I love you.” I pressed my lips against his still slightly chapped ones.
(Taemin POV)
Minho's lips were soft against my rough chapped ones. His words, “I love you.” played in my head over and over.
“Why'd you do it?” Minho asked me when I was released to go home twelve hours after I woke up. His question didn't catch me off guard, I was waiting for it. At least we were back home, in his room where no one else was nearby.
“It helped for a second. I thought it filled the loneliness.” I explained. Minho's body stiffened. “But I was wrong. Instead, it played with my mind, made me think wrong things. I shouldn't have done it. Cutting doesn't solve your problems, it makes it worse and hurts others around you. I just didn't know how to cope, though. The death of someone close to me, and then you rejecting me.” I rambled.
“But you have me now, right?” He asked. I nodded with a small smile on my face. “And you'll come talk to me when you're troubled, right?” I nodded again. “And no more cutting, got it.?” Minho said firmly. I nodded once again.
“I love you, Taemin.” Minho said.
“I love you, Minho.” I responded. We kissed again, sealing the promises we made.
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Note: Hey, you. Yeah, YOU! SILENT READER!! COMMENT!!!
Okay, so... Sorry about the depressing stuff, I just wanted to get something out and I feel a little bit better now...
This MIGHT be used in a challenge this if I am allowed to post 2 fanfics for it, which I have no idea if i can yet... But I do plan on posting this and sharing it no matter what then. ^_^ You can see the challenge here at..... http://undeniablysarah.livejournal.com/15052.html?view=30924#t30924 ..... Yay!!!
2min pic for supporting Japan video:
And a flying Taemin picture that I found online:
Bet it was inspired cause of this:
Thanks for reading!!!!
(And comment!!!!!!!!)
a/n: fanfic guide: http://clariguard.livejournal.com/12292.html
Tittle: Twelve
Challenge: 1
Author: Clariguard
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: 2min
Warning: Near death, Cutting, Blood
Summary: Taemin is sent down the path of depression and begins to cut one day when no one was home.
Word count: 1078
(Taemin POV)
I grabbed the knife when no one was home anymore. I couldn't deal with this sadness anymore, this empty feeling in my chest. Minho. One. Minho. Two. Minho. Three. Red slashes filled my wrist one by one. I felt nothing, no pain, only happiness. With each cut across my wrist, I felt every negative emotion pour out of me with how much blood I spilled. All I had to do was keep spilling it and I'd be better, complete; whole.
Minho. Eleven. My eyes were already becoming heavy. I could feel water underneath me. Must be that bath I started a while ago. It was spilling over, onto the floor. The white tiled floor was red as my blood dripped from my arms, mixing with the water.
I gripped the knife harder in my hand and instead a slash “across the street” I cut myself “down the road” on top of my vain from my wrist to the inside of my elbow. Twelve.
I couldn't take much anymore as I dropped the knife, body beginning to feel numb everywhere. My hands fell down to my sides, my breath becoming short. My head hurt and started to float. My fingers were white, my body was white. Nothing was moving no matter how many times I wanted to reach for the knife again.
Why? Why me? Why won't you let me fix everything with that knife?! It's helping me!! Can't you see this?! What the hell's wrong with you?! Do you really call yourself God, just watching me, laughing at my pain and my happiness?! Why do you torment me?!?!
“Taemin!?!” Minho barged into the bathroom, splashing around in the red flooring. I remember thinking, I need more crimson, before darkness took over.
(Minho POV)
“Taemin!?!” I screamed after breaking through the locked bathroom door, after seeing the pale and lifeless Taemin. The floor was red, the tub was over flowing. I quickly turned the water off and opened the drain, grabbing towels after.
With as many towels down on the ground to soak up water, I took another and lightly wet it in the still full tub. I gently got any extra blood off of Taemin's arm and took a dry one and wrapped it around the twelve wounds.
“9-1-1, What's your emergency?” Someone asked when I got thorough.
“I need an ambulance-” I gave my address and waited for the sirens. I applied pressure to stop the bleeding in Taemin's arms.
His body seemed so lifeless and I could barely make out any sign of life except for a slight raise of his chest every 36 seconds. He was pale, the crimson blood was still around his skin, drying in some parts to a disgusting brown. His lips were already chapped and no longer pink, his eyes closed. It hurt my heart to seem him like this.
I heard sirens twelve minutes after I got off the phone with 9-1-1. Paramedics took him from me, and bringing me with them. We rushed to the hospital, taking us twelve minutes to arrive. Taemin's wounds hadn't stopped bleeding in the long cut he made down his arm.
Twelve minutes later, a doctor came out to give me information on him.
“He's alive and breathing but getting many stitches still. I thought you should know about this, but I also need to ask you some questions.” I nodded my head, relieved that he was alright. “Has he been suffering from any depression lately?”
“A death and separation. That's the only things that would have triggered this.” He wasn't entirely lying. Someone close to him did die, but the separation was only when Taemin confessed to Minho. I had told him that I didn't want to endanger our friendship, when in reality, it was all I ever wanted; to be closer to Taemin. But society wouldn't accept it.
“I understand. Also,-” He fired questions at me for a while and I waited for Taemin.
After an hour of stitching Taemin's arms up, he was put in a room where I waited for him to awaken. The doctors told me he should wake up soon but it was only twelve minutes of waiting when I stepped in.
His eyes opened, revealing hazy brown orbs that I thought I would never see again. He looked around the room, then found my eyes. At first, he was shocked, then angry, then confused.
“M-M-Minho... Wh-Where... Wh- Why....”
“Taemin, you're in the hospital. You cut yourself twelve times. Jeez, Taemin! Twelve times!” there was a brief silence. Taemin wouldn't look at Minho any longer.
“Yah, I'm not mad. I was worried. Taemin, I thought... I thought I was going to lose you.” Taemin lifted his head again to meet my eyes, tears filling them.
“M-Mianhae... B-But it's n-not like y-you care a-anyway...” Taemin said, tears streaming down his face.
“I care more than you know.” I said getting up and sitting on the edge of Taemin's hospital bed.
“T-Then why...”
“Taemin, I love you.” I pressed my lips against his still slightly chapped ones.
(Taemin POV)
Minho's lips were soft against my rough chapped ones. His words, “I love you.” played in my head over and over.
“Why'd you do it?” Minho asked me when I was released to go home twelve hours after I woke up. His question didn't catch me off guard, I was waiting for it. At least we were back home, in his room where no one else was nearby.
“It helped for a second. I thought it filled the loneliness.” I explained. Minho's body stiffened. “But I was wrong. Instead, it played with my mind, made me think wrong things. I shouldn't have done it. Cutting doesn't solve your problems, it makes it worse and hurts others around you. I just didn't know how to cope, though. The death of someone close to me, and then you rejecting me.” I rambled.
“But you have me now, right?” He asked. I nodded with a small smile on my face. “And you'll come talk to me when you're troubled, right?” I nodded again. “And no more cutting, got it.?” Minho said firmly. I nodded once again.
“I love you, Taemin.” Minho said.
“I love you, Minho.” I responded. We kissed again, sealing the promises we made.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Note: Hey, you. Yeah, YOU! SILENT READER!! COMMENT!!!
Okay, so... Sorry about the depressing stuff, I just wanted to get something out and I feel a little bit better now...
This MIGHT be used in a challenge this if I am allowed to post 2 fanfics for it, which I have no idea if i can yet... But I do plan on posting this and sharing it no matter what then. ^_^ You can see the challenge here at..... http://undeniablysarah.livejournal.com/15052.html?view=30924#t30924 ..... Yay!!!
2min pic for supporting Japan video:
And a flying Taemin picture that I found online:
Bet it was inspired cause of this:
Thanks for reading!!!!
(And comment!!!!!!!!)
a/n: fanfic guide: http://clariguard.livejournal.com/12292.html