Bts imagines

42. Rapmon: Insane

Your Pov

I opened my eyes, and all I could see was white.

White bed, white room, white clothes.
I sighed at the sight. I hated this place.

You see, I'm a mental hospital patient.
I've spent my time here for the last couple of months.
Many people probably think mental hospitals are scary, but in reality, it's a place where people get help and get better. But the thing is, I don't think I can get better.
I've got this disorder, I don't think I even remember the name, but it basically means that I've got a bad alter ego. A second personality that likes to hurt others. Now here's the problem, I can't remember anything my alter ego did.
So instead of taking any risks, my parents put me in a mental hospital, hoping I could get help. Before I would kill anybody and get myself in prison.

A nurse entered the room 'hello y/n, how are you feeling today?'
I answered the same way I always did 'I'm good'. But I wasn't.
Ever since I came here a few months ago, my alter ego disappeared somehow. And these white walls were driving me insane. Instead of helping me, this place made me feel crazier than I already was.

The mental hospital had a garden, where I went almost everyday, just because I hated the sight and smell of my room and just the hospital in general.

I sat up straight as the nurse opened the curtains.
'I'm going for a walk' I said as my bare feet hit the floor. 'Already? Don't you wanna eat breakfast first?' the nurse asked. I said I wasn't hungry and exited the room.

In the time I spent here, I lost a good amount of weight. I completely lost my appetite. Therefore I didn't need a lot of food anymore, besides, what did I do except for just wandering around the place...

I walked past my friends' rooms. Yes, I actually made friends here. I greeted them like I did everyday and went outside, to the garden.
I sat down on the only bench there was and closed my eyes.
The soft wind blowing against my hospital gown. I imagined myself sitting in my own garden, at home. And for a moment I forgot about my surroundings.

But all of that got disturbed when I suddenly heard a sort of growl. My eyes shot open and I looked at where the sound came from.
I saw a guy, not much older than me. A new patient. He sat in a wheelchair, wearing a straitjacket, and his feet were chained.
He literally couldn't move his body. But he could move his head. And he did, he turned towards me and our eyes met for a split second.

He had purple hair and dark eyes. At the first sight, he didn't look very dangerous. But when he looked at me, I felt shivers going down my spine. Such hatred, I'd never seen it before. judging by the way he was escorted, I guessed he would've been thrown into an isolation cel, instead of a normal room.

The people here often scared me. There were murderers, rapists, you name it.
But this guy seemed different. He wasn't just scary, his glare made me freeze on the spot, and he couldn't even move his body! I realized, no matter what, I had to stay away from him.

A few hours later, I sat down in the cantine, alone. It was 2pm and I hadn't had lunch yet. I liked being alone, at least I could eat in peace.

Suddenly, two guards came up to me and told me another patient was going to have lunch as well, and they wanted to know if I was okay with it. I nodded, without thinking.

'Alright, bring him in then' the guard said.

I looked up to see the same guy from before. His feet were unchained now, but he was still wearing the straitjacket.
He looked at me but I refused to look back. Feeling his eyes on me gave me goosebumps. I hated this feeling, I felt weak, like that guy could overpower me with just his stares.