The hallway was quiet but filled with light.
The doctors were sleeping in their office on the chair.
It was 2 am but the asylum was still open and the workers were all staying there that day.
After 1 hour, exactly at 3am, the doors for the building opened rapidly.
A quiet, bloody 13 year old girl was lead in the room by a 20 year old man with great force.
"Excuse me?! Is anyone here?! Please, we need help!"
Shouted the young man sweating.
The whole doctor woke up immediately and ran toward the sound only to see two people.
Seeing people around him, he calmed down a bit and the chief doctor ran to him.
The man gave the young girl to the doctor and whispered "can we go to somewhere private? This girl here has been traumatised."
The chief quickly told all the other subordinates to go and wait in the meeting room while he talks with the client.
The small girl was led to the office and was told to sit on the blue coloured sofa out side the office.
She quietly sat on it and stared at space.
She couldn't hear what the two elders were saying but she couldn't care less.
She just wanted to get away from that hellhole.
Meanwhile, the worried doctor made his client sit on the chair in the office and went near his metal drawer to pull out an orange, thick file.
He hurriedly opened the file and flipped through the pages and stopped at the blank page.
He sat on his chair and took a deep breath, facing the middle aged man.
"Please tell me what has happened?"
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1 hour before
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It was a lonely, tiring day and the man was coming home from the busy work that night.
The whole neighbourhood was so quiet that he could literally hear the small mouse squeaking to each other.
Walking for 20 minutes, he finally saw a small form of his house and got relieved knowing that he will get to jump on the bed and rest.
But before he could reach his keys, he heard an unusual sound.
Muffled screams, and crying of a young girl.
He was curious and went towards the direction of the sound.
It lead to his neighbour's house that was 20 meters away from his home.
He quietly entered the door for it was wide open and slid the glass door revealing a scene he would do anything to forget.
There was a young girl in her thirteen's lying on the floor naked and a man that looked like her father, half naked shutting her mouth with his palm and trying to unbuckle his belt with a horrific smirk on his face.
He was so shocked but didn't know what to do so, looked around for anything worthy to save the poor kid.
Seeing a vase, he hit it harshly on the father's head and covered the small girl's unclothed figure with his large blazer.
He led the girl on the room where he spotted a sofa and sat her there.
He asked her to wait there and to not worry. But the girl was just lying on the couch with dried tear stains on her face.
Not crying nor covering herself.
Just emotionless, it was as if he put the blazer on a mannequin.
He pushed off the weird feeling and went towards the telephone.
Pressing the emergency button, the phone started ringing, he waited there for a while and the call was finally answered by a sleepy woman.
"Huhh. Hello? What is the emergency?"
"H-hello. T-there is a very bad happening here a-and I need a hospital for this young girl—"
"Please state the girl's name?"
"Yeah yes- I'll say it. She is right here-"
Looking behind him, the girl was no longer on the couch.
He put the phone on hold and decided to search for her.
He went up the stairs.
He checked all the rooms one by one but all were organised.
He was about to go downstairs when he saw a door that was the same color as the wall, black.
He hadn't checked that one.
He paced quickly towards it and held the doorknob tightly and nervously.
He had already witnessed something so triggering, he hoped there wouldn't be anymore disturbing scenes.
'Oh god. What did I even do to see these kind of hell? I am a normal man with normal job. I never harmed any one in my life. Sure, I do cuss a lot but even Gordon Ramsay does that? He didn't get this kind of sightings. God please why me? I didn't even get to marry. I have a lot of life to live. Why is it always me?'
begged the man.
He slowly twisted the knob and pushed it slightly hoping it will open itself.
The door slowly opened but then, got stuck.
"Aw my fucking grandma would walk quicker than this shit." whispered the man to himself and kicked it.
Oh how he wished he had gone to his house and watched some Doraemon episodes with popcorns instead of being curious and come here.
Now, there was a bloodier scene.
The same girl was on the side of the bed holding a knife with the same expressionless face, but this time with so much blood on her.
His heart beat quickened and he slowly moved his eyes on the bed only to find a middle aged woman brutally stabbed and blood pouring out of those stabs.
It was so horrifying.
Her hair was disheveled.
Her chest and lower abdomen were stabbed 20 times making him wonder how the hell didn't he hear her screams.
Then her toes nails were all pulled off with a screw driver making a bloody feet.
Oh how terrifying it was.
Her face looked out of shape.
He took the girl out of the scene hurriedly and pulled her in the backseat of his car forgetting the call that was on hold.
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"And that's how I reached here." Explained the traumatised man.
"Ok let me get this straight.
So you just witnessed a terrible scene and happened to come here straight?
Why not other hospitals and police stations? Why a mental asylum?" Questioned the shocked doctor.
"Of course I'd come here, why would I go to a hospital? Or a police station? This girl! Was about to get raped by her own god damn father and was near her mother when the mother was brutally tortured! What would a hospital do? They can't treat her mind or make her forget these by surgeries or something! What good will it do to her poor brain that is already damaged by those traumatizing moments! I first want this kid to have a safe place and it is here. Then, I will go to the police station and let them arrest the dad. After I know that this child right here is safe. Got it?" Shouted the man who pitied the little kid.
The doctor realizing that if he didn't do things fast, the father of the child can run away from the house so, he immediately filed the form.
He told his client to not worry and that they will help the girl overcome her problems.
Calming down a bit, soobin, the client, went in the police station to report the case.
He was a single person, he couldn't just go to the police station and the hospital at the same time. He considered the girl's safety first and sent her in the asylum.
He knew sending her in the hospital where there are people with mental disorders would be dangerous but this was the only hospital appropriate for her.
The others were only for plastic surgeries, disease operations and wounds. This was the only hospital approved for mental problems or people who have a traumatising past or need help with their mind.
There were no therapy sessions in the country where he lived and he also couldn't go to another country, he was not that rich.
He tried his best.
Back in the asylum, the chief doctor came out of the office sighing and looking at the poker faced girl with pity.
It was very unfortunate of her to witness this much horrific stuff at such a young age.
He went towards the gurl and bent down on her level.
"Hi, little girl. How are you? You will be staying here for a couple of days and we will be seeing each other a lot so I hope we can be friends. What is your name? I am Seokjin. Kim Seokjin."
Introduced the man with a warm smile on his face.
"y/n." replied the little girl simply.
No sir name.
No hi.
No feelings or emotions shown.
Just a simple y/n.