Through the Glass k.th [HYYH pt.1]

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It won't be like last time, I'll be okay, it'll turn out better, I've got to answer their questions...I've just got to...say what happened.

If he thought about it, he could see flashes of it, that moment when he wasn't sure what he was doing, that moment he'd taken that broken bottle and repeatedly shoved it toward Appa's stomach. It sent a shiver up his spine just thinking about it. But for everyone else, I'll relive it, I'll tell everyone.

Taehyung found himself sitting at the stand again, looking out at everyone again. Mr. Lee walked up to him, his face straight and not that much familiarity in them. "We can start with that, then, your honor, why Dr. Park is so sure that Kim Taehyung must be dead when he's not." He said, addressing the judge and looking toward her before looking back at Taehyung. "Taehyung, testify to the court as to what happened at the mental institute and leading up to coming here if you please."

Taehyung licked his lips. It's not about Appa yet, it's not too bad yet, it's not about what I did yet. Maybe it won't be for a while. But Taehyung was silent for a second anyway, not sure where to start.

"Ah... " Taehyung started, biting his lip hard in an effort to try to think of how to say what happened so it made sense. "How do I...?"

Mr. Lee cleared his throat. "Why did they take you back, Taehyung? Start from there."

Taehyung nodded, licking his dry lips once before glancing around the courtroom. At the Jury who stared at him with a mix of either a frown or a certain amount of pity, or just surprise. "Mr. Park took me back to the mental hospital...Because he thought I was...not being taken care of, but he didn't have proof, I agreed to go..."

"Why did you agree, Taehyung?" Mr. Lee asked, bringing Taehyung's attention back to him.

"He was hurting Eomma--Mrs. Park, he came to the house before dawn with more doctors and he wouldn't leave, he threatened her and--."

"Objection." Mr. Kwon said, raising his voice just above Taehyung's. "This is just conjecture."

"Overruled, no one said this was fact, Mr. Kwon." The judge said, sounding bored this time, "Continue, but get to the point."

Mr. Lee cleared his throat and straightened his tie. "What about after?"

Taehyung swallowed, he wondered what the point was? He hadn't been listening to what was going on before. "All the way to the mental hospital, he boasted, saying that he'd won the game, something about chess... I thought they were just going to throw me back in a white padded room, same routine...but...it wasn't, he threatened to make me overdose that day too, but the pill, it wasn't right..." Taehyung looked down at the ledge in front of him, remembering how it made him feel, that painful tight feeling in his chest, like he couldn't breathe. "It wasn't the right drug, it wasn't anything they'd given me before, it made it hard to breathe, it didn't make anything better, I gagged myself and threw it up."

"Do you remember what it was called?"

Taehyung shook his head. It was too long, too complicated, he could only vaguely picture the bottle of pills, it had been over a month since he'd seen it. I wish I did. it would make it easier, wouldn't it? It wouldn't make this so hard...

"They were giving you that? All that time?"

Taehyung shook his head again. "No. They'd come in once a day, grab me, and throw me toward the bed in the room, hold me down, but I never swallowed it after that first day, I kept it under my tongue and spat it out later."

"Where? You spat it out where?" Mr. Lee asked, the tone of his voice a little more excited then it had been. He was excited about this, this was the point. The drug, they're looking for the drug, they need to know what they were giving me. "There's no garbage cans, no windows to open, you're allowed to go to the bathroom twice a day, but they search you whenever you leave the room, where did you put all those pills?"

He remembered where, he'd sat the third day, after realizing he had nowhere to put the pills, taking the pillow case off the bed, ripping the top of it off and ripping that to shreds, spreading it all across the room, then taking the remaining bottom, bag-like portion and stuffing it between the mattress and the box-spring. When the nurse came in to leave his food, she'd assumed the missing pillowcase was all over the room, and just replaced it without a thought. "There's a bag under the mattress, I stuffed them in there..."

Dr. Park got pale, his face resembling a sheet of paper, the blood rushing away from his face, his mouth looking like it was saying something, but not a sound was coming out.

"I'm sure we could get an officer to check, if you don't mind, your honor?" Mr. Lee asked, a smile starting to come across his face. That was it, that was what he wanted. I didn't mess it up, I didn't fail yet, no one hates me yet. They will soon, but I wish it could stay like this.

"WAIT!"

Everyone looked up, toward the police officer running into the room. He was running like it was a marathon and the judge was the finish line, his black hair bouncing a little as he came running in, white latex gloves on and a clear plastic baggie that Taehyung could recognize as what they were putting evidence in. He looked disheveled, his uniform all sideways and dirty, but Taehyung recognized him, he was the officer that had patted him down coming in, the one he'd told about the syringe.

"This is it, there's still remnants of it in here!" He said, before literally leaping over the gate separating the audience from the actual court. Many of the audience was murmuring and asking questions and exclaiming.

"Order! There will be order in my court!" The judge banged her gavel several times. "What is the meaning of this, Officer?!"

Everyone got quiet, and the officer stood in front of the judge, panting, then held up the evidence bag with the syringe. "This is it. He came in here, saying that Doctor had made him overdose, at first I didn't believe him when he told me to find it, but this is it, there should be traces, and if we're lucky, fingerprints."

The courtroom was back to murmuring, but the judge didn't stop them immediately, just staring at the officer. Then she banged the gavel hard three times, and the room instantly fell silent.

Taehyung wasn't looking at anyone else, just Dr. Park, more specifically his hands. He wasn't wearing gloves, not even the latex ones he tended to have.

"This is incredibly damning evidence. The court will take a 20 minute recess." The judge said, then banged the gavel again before getting up out of her seat.

How's this for checkmate, Dr. Park, you son of a b*tch.

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A/N:

Aye bud~~~ sorry, I'm late :') Work and school and everything is a butt :")

I WAS GOING TO JUST FINISH THIS UP ALL AT ONCE, BUT i SAID I'D POST SOMETHING BY A CERTAIN TIME AND THAT IS THREE MINUTES FROM NOW ASDFGHJKL >O<)/

So I shall hopefully post the rest of it in like a couple hours? lol, the editing is just-- but yeah,  here's an update in the meantime~~ :)

~Neri~