Dt. Asylum | Yoonmin

III

Yoongi p.o.v.

After our usual "support group", which was basically me watching others cry over irrelevant things, I walked outside. The weather was nice, not too hot nor too cold, a bit of sunshine that fell through the trees. It somewhat made me feel happier. I walk over to a wooden bench that looked like it had been standing there for far too long. Parts of it were damaged and other parts were turning green. I carefully sit down letting out a deep sigh. I really hated it here, not so much for the people, well the nurses were terrible too, but the place just made me feel like I was locked up in a jail cell. The few hours a day we were allowed outside were the only enjoyable hours for me. It's a very strict institution, but at least one person in here understood how I felt. Docter Park, or Jimin as he keeps telling me to call him. After he took over the place from his dad I felt a little better. He is nothing like his dad. Taehyung always reffered to him as the devil, putting me in isolation. Jimin would never do that.

"Yoongi?"

I look up, a tall man standing in front of me.

"Jin? What do you want?" I sigh realising who it was.

"Guess what's for dinner?" He whispers leaning in closer.

He pulls a bottle of little pills from his back. They were round and blue, and didn't look like medicine at all.

"How did you!?" I yell shocked realising the biggest drug addict in this place somehow got his hands on XTC.

"Want some? It'll make this place a lot more fun."

I shake my head, getting up and walking away.

"Am I the only sain person in here?" I say to myself making my way down the path.

I hear the clock hit 11 pm. I had been sitting in the same position for 2 hours now. I was going to read a book I found in the library, but I wasn't allowed to take it to my room. Instead I decided to do nothing, like usual. The building felt more silent then other nights. Which made me glad, I might get a good night of sleep.

A knock on my door brings me back to reality.

"Doctor Park!"

"Please, call me Jimin," He smiles, closing the door behind him.

I smile back at him, happy but confused as to why he came in.

"Your birthday is soon, right?" He asks, obviously knowing the answer himself.

I nod, grabbing the fabric of my sheets to hold in whatever it sturred up inside of me.

"You'll have to wait a few more days, but I got a present for you."

I losen my hands, letting go of the fabric.

"What is it?" I ask out of curiousity.

"You'll see, now get some sleep."

He grabs the blankets at the end of my bed and places them over me. Making sure I'm warm and comfortable, he gives me one last smile. He walks back over to the door, ready to leave.

"Goodnight," He says before leaving me alone again in the dark room.

"Yoongi, what did you tell him."

"Nothing Taehyung, shut up!" I say pulling my knees up to my face, burrying my head in between them.

"You know how much I hate you sharing our secrets."

"I'm sorry," My voice softer and full of regret.

His laughter filled my head and I could feel him crawling over to me, slowly getting closer.

Sudden pain hits my side, making me cry out.

"Stop, please," I beg trying to keep myself from crying.

"You asked for it."

He hits me another time, this time harder, making me grab my side as a reflex.

"Worthless."

I lay down on the bed, silently sobbing. The room got quiet again, leaving me by myself in pain.

"Mom, why did you leave me," I cry slamming my fist onto the bed.

I wipe my eyes and stare into the darkness of my room.

"Why does everybody leave me."