Voices.

Once again, he found himself on the floor of the bathroom with a bottle of pills in his hand. Should he try it again? He was sure this was his destiny. Nothing was ever going to get better. He would have to endure this torture for the rest of his life and he couldn't and didn't want to have to live it like this. His decision was made and there was no way he would change his mind but this time, he would make it better. He wouldn't do the same mistake. He got up and tossed the bottle away before he headed over to his bedroom. Moving over to the bed side table, he pulled open the first drawer and his eyes landed on the gun hiding in the back of it. He bought it just a few days ago, for safety. His therapist told him he should have something that will make him feel safer, meaning he should maybe get another two locks on his door or anything like that. Kyungsoo was sure he didn't actually mean a weapon. With shaking hands, he picked it up and looked into the cylinder. Four bullets. That's how much he could afford. He took a deep breath and sat down on the bed, his gaze still locked on the gun. After a moment of hesitance, he lifted it and pressed the muzzle of it to his forehead as tears started rolling down his cheeks. It would be so easy. He just needed to pull the trigger and it would be over. For real this time. No one who would find him in time and save him. He wouldn't have to see their tears. He took a deep breath, his heart hammering loudly in his chest as the faces of his loved ones flashed before his closed eyes. With a last sob, he                                                                                                            pulled                                                                                                                          the                                                                                                                                  trigger.