"No! No! I'm not crazy! It was an accident!" Taehyung screamed out for what seemed like the hundredth time that day as the brutal police officers dragged him into the grey, stone, unwelcoming building.
Just a few hours before, Taehyung found himself stabbing his father to death with one of the many beer bottles that lay on the floor. His reasoning? He had and gone to find his sister being hit and verbally abused. Sirens screeched outside as Taehyung leaned, crouched against the kitchen wall with blood staining his clothes and hands. Every time he closed his eyes all he could see was that horrifying image.
At the police station, they had gathered from his sister that he had always been....'unstable'. Now, I think it's best to mention Taehyung was adopted and hated- no. Was despised by his older sister. I tried to save her life yet...she told them I was insane?
Taehyung was shoved into a blinding white padded room with an uncomfortable looking bed, and a toilet that you would find in movies when someone was in prison. One wall was replaced with a large glass window which a room was visible through. A desk, computer, stack of files and a bookshelf were all placed in the room, with nicely cream coloured walls and dark wooden floor. No, no, no this is a dream. I'm at home. I'm at home.
After hopefully pinching himself, punching himself, heck, even throwing himself on the wall, he realised it was all real. Everything. The murder, the asylum, the officer at- wait. Why was an officer at the door? The metal slide window in the door was open, a man's face at it.
"Change into the clothes on the bed." His demanding tone growled "You will be assigned with a worker to watch over you." The slide was shut with a loud slam, making Taehyung wince. Better get changed. He looked over to the bed, seeing a baggy white jumper placed on it, along with white skinny jeans. Seems a bit...normal. It goes without saying Taehyung expected a straight jacket but he guessed he wasn't 'dangerous enough' for that yet.
After quickly changing and throwing his blood stained clothes into a corner he huffed and sat against the wall as a stack of paper (luckily packaged) and a box of crayons was dropped through the slide in the door. I'm not a kid....At least something to keep me entertained.
He decided he might as well keep himself from actually going insane and fetched the stationary items over to where he was sitting. As he was colouring, a bleep noise could be heard from the other side of the glass. A boy who with dark brown hair entered, wearing skinny white jeans and an oversized baby pink hoodie. A badge of sorts hung around his neck, the ones that teachers and doctors wear (probably to open the door).
The boys eyes landed on Taehyung however he didn't step back, afraid or have any sort of fearful look on his face. He must do this a lot...He huffed and sat at the desk next to the glass, pressing a button next to a microphone.
"Hi im Jimin, I'm a worker here for the..." He cleared his throat. "'Hospital'. Im here to make sure you don't hurt yourself or try to escape." Jimin. He's cute. Ah! Stop! He's just another mean person who's her to tell you you're crazy...."
Much to his dismay, Jimin seemed to smile at Taehyung. I'm crazy....why is he acting as if he actually likes me? "What are you drawing?" Jimin asked as if he were speaking to a child. Taehyung held up his drawing, one of him and his father and sister, however Taehyung was covered in blood, so was his father. "Wow, that's lovely." Jimin beamed, earning a frown from Taehyung. I'm not a kid.
After a few months, Taehyung actually found himself seemingly warming up to Jimin and for the first time in a while, a small grin crept in his face every time he would see the pink haired boy walk through the door.
"W-Where's Jiminie....?" He asked quietly as a doctor wearing a pristine white coat barged into his cell. It was past Jimin's beginning shift. At least, what Taehyung had grown used to. "He can't deal with you anymore." He growled, sticking a needle into the side of Taehyung's neck, his vision growing blurry. "You did this."
Wait...was that Jimin's voice? Just before everything faded away, Taehyung caught a glimpse of pink hair behind the door. He was stood there. Folded arms. Anger and fear on his face.
He was wearing a straight jacket......
