Released •COMPLETE•

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Seven year anniversary. Seven years in a hellhole. No one knew who I was. No one knew why I was even in here. No one..

"Kim Taehyung" I heard the nurse say from the door she opened to my room. "Dr.Johnson wants to see you"

I didn't say anything. I just stood up from my bed, which I was laying in, and walked out with the nurse close behind me.

"Right in here" she said and pointed into the office I knew to well. I just nodded shortly and walked in while she closed the door behind me.

"Hello Taehyung" the man in front of me said when I sat down on the couch. "How are you feeling today?"

"Fine" I simply said as I felt the big clothes sinking onto my skin.

"Have you slept anything tonight?" He asked. Probably seeing that the bags under my eyes got bigger.

"Yes." I was to tired of the same stupid questions that I always had to answer.

"How long?"

"9 minuets"

"9 minuets, huh? I told you, you had to sleep well tonight, didn't I?"

"Yeah.. I did sleep well."

"Taehyung, you're getting released"

My eyes widened as I heard him speak those words.

"W-what? Released?" I said in shock.
I'm getting released? I'm gonna sleep in my room in my house? I'm gonna meet my family?

"Yes. You're getting released but I'll see you once every week to make sure your medication isn't harming you in any way" he said and wrote something down on the paper.

"W-Wait. Where am I gonna stay?" I asked. It was an obvious question with a obvious answer.

"You're staying with you family" he simply said and continued writing something on the paper.

"When?" I looked at him like I was a lost puppy. I'm getting out damn right I was lost.

"Today! I'm gonna let you go now to pack and I'll make sure you get the right amount of medication with you. I'll see you in 10 minuets" he looked up at me and smiled.

I just nodded and walked out of the room. On the outside I still looked depressed but on the inside I was screaming of happiness. I was finally getting out. After seven years. I'm finally seeing my family again. Well what's left of it.

I went into my room and started packing the few things I had with me. The few change of clothes my mother gave me the last time she visited.

The 10 minuets felt like hours, but finally, I saw the nurse stand by the door, showing me where to go. Since the medication was right I had just packed it down. I had changed into a different clothes, the fabric of the black jeans sat tight around my skinny legs while the big black hoodie hid my underweight body.

"Your mom and sister is in the lobby" the nurse behind me said as she unlocked the door that lead to the stairs. I walked out and she stayed to let me walk down to the lobby alone.

Is this happening?

I walked down the stairs. When I finally came to the last stairs I could see the door that lead out to my freedom. To my family.
I opened the door. I searched the room only to find a pair of very familiar eyes that lit up.
The girl stood up and ran towards. When she finally was reached me she tightly embraced me in a hug.

"I've missed you so much" the shorter girl said as she rested her head on my chest.

"I've missed you too Emily" I said and wrapped my arms around her.

"Let's go to the car so we can go home" my mother said and looked at me with a sad expression.

"Yeah! I can't wait to get home" I said and smiled at my mother as I let my sister go from my arms.

"Your room is still the same as you left it" my sister said when we started walking towards the door.

"Oh, so it's still like it was when I was 10?" I joked and laughed a little bit.

"Yeah you might wanna redo it, to get a ya know teenage room?" My sister laughed.

"No, as long as I get to sleep in a comfy bed it's fine" I said and walked out the big white doors.

The cold air of the autumn morning hit my pale skin. I was happy I chose to wear the hoodie since I was already cold.

I wanted to go home. But I didn't wanna go back to school. Especially not high school. Not now that I've spent most of my teenage years in a mental hospital, I was basically the biggest target for bullying. I was the target for those stupid comments that made me do those horrible things. The horrible things that put me in this hell. I was only 10 but I still did those things.

I just wish I don't end up here, not again.