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"I have a long way to go, but why am I running in place? I Scream out in frustration, but the empty air echos. I hope tomorrow will be different from today. I'm just wishing..."


~Tomorrow-BTS


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The doctor lead him by the shoulder out of the room. Out of that stupid room. Taehyung felt a whole new sense of freedom he hadn't felt in a long time. He could hardly keep his breathing regular. He couldn't believe it, it was too good to be true, and though he was excited and happy, in the back of his head, he kept thinking this was some sort of joke, that any second the doctor would turn him around, saying, 'I changed my mind.'

But it didn't happen, the doctor stopped at the front desk, speaking with the secretary, Taehyung wasn't listening, but he caught that the doctor was signing a few things with his name on them. Taehyung was almost hyperventilating, but told himself to stay calm, to get as far away from here before he got too excited.

They led him out of the building, and he felt like he was holding his breath, he probably was, he felt like he might cry. But he held it in as the doctor helped him into the backseat of a car, something that was hard with Taehyung wearing a straightjacket, but they eventually got him in.

Before closing the door, the doctor patted him in the shoulder and smiled. "Just let someone know if you want to come back, alright?"

Go to hell. Taehyung thought inwardly, but just looked back at the doctor. Who would want to come back to this hellhole?

The doctor smiled again before closing the car door, and Taehyung watched as he stepped back, talking with a lady in a blazer and pencil skirt, her hair in a ponytail. She looked about middle aged, and Taehyung wondered if that was the head Psychiatrist, they'd never taken him to see her, he'd seen a few psychiatrists while he was there, but never her.

Taehyung looked over next to him when he felt someone else get in the car. It was that guy, the psychiatrist's son, he sat a seat away from Taehyung, leaving the seat in the middle empty. He folded his arms over his chest, glancing at Taehyung.

"I don't know why mom is doing this." He said, obviously upset. "You're probably just going to break everything in the house." His voice was a tad higher then Taehyung would have thought, it was higher then his own anyway.

No, I won't break anything, I'd never do that, I'm not crazy.

The girl--the psychiatrist's daughter--sat in the front passenger seat, putting on her seatbelt and taking a book out of her purse. A book? Taehyung would have thought she'd take out her phone to read, like most people did.

"Kyung-mi, he's going to rip all the pages out of your books." The guy in the backseat with him said in a mocking tone.

Kyung-mi... that's a pretty name.

She turned around and glared at her brother. "Stupid, he's wearing a straightjacket, he can't rip anything!" Then she whispered. "And would you stop? He's right there...! What if you make him mad?" She stole a glance Taehyung's way.

Taehyung felt his heart drop into his stomach. She thought he was crazy. She thought he was a killer like everyone else. He almost cried, but then just ended up keeping the blank expression he'd come to make since he was admitted. Why can't anyone give me a chance? Why does everyone just believe all of their lies?

"Mom will probably take that off you know, you know how mom is about her patients and clients. She'll baby him, he'll have the run of the whole damn house!" The psychiatrist's son continued. "This is going to suck."

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