The room was dark, as the boy stared at wall. The wall with the painting of a beautiful vase.  The vase that he had painted all those years ago. Tears streamed down his face as he clutched the object in his hand.  Everything was supposed to get better after this. Everybody would be okay after he did this and eventually they'd move on.

He brought the knife to his wrist and attempted to dig it’s sharp edge onto his wrist, but withdrew immediately. Thoughts of his parents rushed to his mind. What would they do without him? They didn’t have anyone else. And what about Chanyeol? The boy he had loved so dearly. He would be devastated. But he had all his life before him and he would move on eventually. Move on to a better and normal life, hopefully with someone sane, someone happy.

He attempted to slash the knife on his wrist once more, but couldn’t bring himself to. He was scared and the tears wouldn’t stop. Was this finally it? Would he never return to any of this? But this was for the best. There was no point in remaining here. He had only given everybody pain, and if he stayed, he'd only make things miserable for everyone. There really was no way out of it. And besides, he didn’t want to stay anymore. He didn’t see the point in going through his mundane existence and now, he was exhausted. He wanted out.

So, with a new sense of determination, he closed his eyes and brought the knife to his wrist again, and finally out enough pressure, so that the sharp edge pierced his skin and then, his vein. Blood gushed out and the gradual lack of it, began to make him dizzy. He couldn’t keep his eyes open any longer, and he slowly collapsed onto the bed, his arm dangling from the edge, he tried to look around the room once more, taking everything in for the last time, reminding himself that it was indeed for the best, as his eyes closed and everything out.
And with that, Baekhyun lay unconscious on his bed. A pool of blood forming beneath wrist. 

Hello, so as you can guess this will be a very angsty fic and will only be one-two chapters long.  This was inspired by the tamil movie - 3, and from certain experiences.

I can't say that I hope that you will like this, because suicide or attempting to commit suicide brings a lot of pain to the ones that are left behind, not to mention the amount of pain and frustration it brings to the person who goes ahead and does that.

I don't know why I decided to write this, but I guess I will try and finish this.

Thank you for reading this.