Psycho

{7}

"Are you tired?" I asked in a low voice. He hummed in response.

"Do you wanna go back to your room and sleep comfortably?" I asked again but didn't hear a response this time. Instead, I felt a small grip on my clothes near my waist. He didn't want to go. But he didn't want to stay either.

He was taken back to his room where he slept for the rest of the day. He didn't wake up to eat or even take his medicines.

On the other hand, his words were stuck in my head. Every patient says they're fine and that they don't need the service they are getting. But this was different. His words hold a sense of truthfulness. As if he was a normal person being trapped in a hospital.

Is it just me overthinking?

Or is there a whole different story behind this?

That day I went back home tired. Since I didn't have Namjoon to deal with, I went around helping others whenever and whatever they needed my help with. But the whole time, only one person was stuck on my mind.

Kim Namjoon.

°°°

"Hello?" I called out in the dark. "Anyone there?"

I fished my phone out of me pocket and turned the flash on. There was nothing but a door in front of me. I shone the light to all directions but it was pitch black. Darkness reached out as far as the the light from my phone went. Just a blue door in front.

I walked towards it and touched the knob. Just as I was about to turn it, I heard a voice.

"Don't open it." I turned around towards the voice and was met with darkness again, until a silhouette of a person walked up.

"Why?" I asked.

"It's dangerous." The voice was right in front of my face this time.

"Namjoon?" I exclaimed, not expecting to see him. "Why are you here? And...where are we?" I asked.

"I didn't do it. I didn't do anything." He said with a hint of sadness in his voice.

"What's wrong-" I was about to speak but chocked. I felt something grab my neck really tight. Someone was trying to strangle me.

"Nam- joon.. he-lp." I cried but all he did was look at me sadly.

"Help- me." I tried to fight back but Namjoon had already disappeared. He vanished into thin air.

"Help...." I pleaded.

"...Someone help..."

*Gasp*

"Y/n are you okay?" My mom asked looking extremely worried.

"Yeah." I answered in a small voice, my throat dry from a dream itself.

"Here, drink some water." Mom said handing me a glass from the side table. 

"Mom something weird happened." I said after I chugged down the glass of water.

"I saw Namjoon in my dream. He kept warning me, saying not to open the door but when i was about to ask why the hand grabbed me." I explained.

"It's probably because you were worrying about him all day." She said, patting my head. "Don't stress on him that much. Your health comes first after all." She said and left the room with a smile. All I could do was stare at her back disappear.

'What does she mean? Is Namjoon not that important anymore? Since he started speaking? Or is it something else?'

'It was Friday. Saturdays are off days. That means I won't see him tomorrow. Is that okay?'

I quickly got ready without wasting time. For some reason, I was worried sick about Namjoon. But why?

"Oh? You're early today." Mrs Lu smiled as she saw me approach her.

"Good morning Mrs Lu. How's Namjoon doing? Did he wake up?" I asked.

"He woke up a few minutes ago but he refuses to get out of bed. I wonder what's wrong." She said with a worried voice. I didn't bother to say anything back and went inside his room.

"Namjoon? Are you up?" I squatted down beside his bed, and he turned to me immediately, still laying in bed.

"Does it still hurt?" I asked but he didn't respond. He kept staring at me.

"What's wrong." I asked again, to which he simply shook his head in a 'no'.

"Won't you get up now?"

He didn't respond again. Unlike yesterday, his expression seemed blank. As if he was numb.

"You need to tell me if something is bothering you." I inquired, "let me help you if you want."

"I didn't kill them. I've been framed." He said the same thing.

"Why don't you wash up quickly and then explain to me what you mean by that, okay?" I said as I stood up. I was about to turn around and leave when I felt a strong grip on my wrist.

In seconds, I was sent flying to the wall across, Namjoon on top of me. So close that I could hear his heart beating fast.

"Dad killed mom. He was drunk. I didn't kill dad. I pushed him by accident to protect myself but he fell from the second floor. No one dies from that height don't you agree?" He said in a very low voice. All the while, his gaze was stuck on me. It was just like the first time when I met him. He was angry, sad and frustrated.

His grip loosened a little later as he fell to the ground, kneeling in front of me. I crouched down in front of him, only to find him weeping.

"It's not my fault. I didn't do it." He cried.

Heya!
Kinda depressing I know. Also, you know Namjoon's side of the story now. I'll try to wrap things up quickly.
Love💜