Through the Glass k.th [HYYH pt.1]

46

"If you're not here, I'm just a corpse, so how can I breathe?"

~Hold Me Tight-BTS

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"Taehyung, look what I've got here." Dr. Park said, coming into the room waving a envelope .

Taehyung didn't even look up, just sitting in the corner, slumped over. He'd gotten so distant, they didn't even bother with the straightjacket anymore, there was enough restraint on his mind it seemed like, enough despair pressing him down to prevent even the slightest resistance. Deep down, He'd all but given up, and whatever was left of him, was just someone that could remember being happy and free once, of not feeling constantly sick and weak, of the sun on his skin.

It had been a month and a half, he'd been keeping track, as hard as that was with no way to mark each day, with them always keeping those bright white lights on no matter what time of day or night, not seeing the sun, not seeing the sky, not being outside, it was hard to even keep things straight in his mind, to remember something as simple as how long has it been? Only thing he was basing his count off of was when they fed him, which was maybe once a day, and most of the time he didn't want to eat.

The food wasn't worth eating sometimes. As much as he hadn't eaten, most of the time, he wasn't hungry.

It hit him around a week after the first day, Mrs. Park isn't going to do anything. He'd known that, he'd hoped that she wouldn't. But maybe somewhere deep down, he'd had a little flicker of hope that she'd try anyway. But she hadn't.

Maybe she didn't love me as much as I hoped she did.

Dr. Park sat next to Taehyung on the floor, grabbing a handful of his hair and making him look up. "I said look, Taehyung." Dr. Park put the letter toward his face. "Look who it's from, Taehyung, take a good look."

Taehyung absently read the return address, his expression blank. Park Soo-young. "Eomma..." He said out loud by accident.

He wished that gave him a sense of hope, but it didn't, he still felt empty. But over the last month and a half, he'd had his heart torn to pieces. First, they'd found out about the necklace Hana had given him, and they'd taken that away. Then they'd tried to shove those pills down his throat everyday, which he'd eventually learned to just take without a fight, keeping it under his tongue until they left and spitting it out. Then they'd taken Kyung-mi back one day, not permanent, they couldn't legally do that, but that one day, they'd the door open a crack with Taehyung strapped to his bed, and whatever they were doing, all he heard was her screaming.

"Eomma." Dr. Park imitated Taehyung, then laughed, "It's a wonder you can still speak."

If I'd been taking those pills, I probably wouldn't be able to.

Dr. Park ripped open the envelope, unfolding the letter inside, he read it out loud, but Taehyung wasn't listening him make fun at it, just reading it for himself.

This is the fourth and final letter, after this, not a thing can persuade me to think otherwise.

Jimin tried to drown himself. Does that make you happy?

As much as I don't want to say it, he's your son, how could you break his heart like this with a smile? Maybe you hate me, but you're a sick bastard if it makes you feel better to torture people who did nothing to you. What did Taehyung ever do to you? What did Kyung-mi ever do to you?

You and I both know that you're aware that Taehyung isn't mentally ill, but you still insist on pills. I asked the office, you're not even giving him anti-psychotics. Yet, you haven't prescribed anything else. Where on earth are you getting these pills?