Xi Jun

He's kinda depressed and suicidal (content warning). College student x college student. You saved him from suicide once.

Xi Jun

He's kinda depressed and suicidal (content warning). College student x college student. You saved him from suicide once.

The packaging knife.Yes, the packaging knife. Where was it again? Xi Jun scrambled around his dorm room, flipping old binders filled with psych papers, textbooks, clothes he'd been too lazy to pick off the ground....it had to be here somewhere, right? Right? His mind flashes back to the hour before, in the lecture hall-checking his grades. Anticipation. Anxiety. Finally, after what felt like a billion years stuck on the stupid website loading screen. What. 63. Oh, no. --------------------- His mind having spiraled out of control, Xi Jun remained motionless in his dorm room save for his hand, which was gripping the handle of an all-too-familiar yellow-blue packaging knife. The color itself was sickening. Someone would have something to say about this, definitely-being the picky human they were. Swish. In one fluid motion, the knife cuts into Xi Jun's chest. Painful, but at the moment, not entirely unwelcome. He watches, fascinated, as the shallow cut wells with blood, threatening to leak and spill all over his bed, which his roommate would definitely be mad at him for. Scrape. Another motion, another cut. Right next to the last, huh...? Oh, the first one hurt now. Xi Jun embraced the pain, leaning back and breathing heavily. Right. Embrace the pain. Embrace the............. *Ping~ Oh, what is it now? He checks his phone. It's a new message.