Ｅｃｓｔａｓｙ Ｐ．Ｊ．

Ｃｈａｐｔｅｒ ２

The minutes felt as if it was hours had passed. 

The men were here, they were here to take me away. Everything I have done has led my parents to reach this point. To send me away, when they do not even know me. 

I heard a knock at my door, And I slowly stood up as I made my way to the door. Undefeated. A little bit of me felt better, like this was all over. 

Even if i was to be numb for the rest of my life, I could be numb in peace. 

As I opened the door, three large men stood next to my Father. "Ophelia, do not make it hard on these people." 

I wasn't planning on it. 

I stepped out of my room and for once hung my head. They turned around to leave and I followed with my Father close behind. The large hallways lead the way to the stairs from which I would descend to my freedom. How hypocritical of me, I was only leaving a prison to enter another. 

My Mother was on the bottom of the stairs gripping on her dress and tears ran down her face. Just like she has always been, weak.

My lips curled in disgust, I hated her tears. 

I admire those who cry when there is an actual reason for tears to be spilt, unlike my Mother who cries because its her only defense mechanism. 

I didn't even spare her a look as two of the large men grip my arms, and I exit that wretched house. 

The cold, windy air hitting my face for the second time that night. The casual memories of me killing an innocent women, the thoughts of my Mothers tears, The thoughts of the voices telling me what to do. 

Reality didn't hit me until we arrived at the destination. 

The place I would call home for possibly the next few years. 

Gonjiam Psychiatric Hospital.

What was I to do, I was still covered in blood. I felt terrified. 

Maybe this was the first time reality hit me. 

I wanted to scream, to beg for them to take me back. Suddenly my legs started to shake in the back of the car. I felt nauseous. 

The car door opened and I turned my head to the three men again. They all stood tall outside of the car door. "It is time, can you stand?" I nodded and stood.

"We don't see any temperament in you. Once you act up, we will not hesitate to restrain you." I nodded as they locked their arms around mine. 

"I'm tired." I mumbled as I tried to keep up with their long steps. 

"You will get to rest soon." I felt a prick but I didn't fight it, and soon enough I was alseep.

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I open my eyes, everything feels dizzy until my mind calms down. Once I can see clearly I remember where I am. Everything that happened. I take a deep breath to calm my nerves. I was dressed in a hospital gown, made of paper. 

Made of paper so people don't kill themselves. I laugh in my hazy state. 

I lift myself to sit on the side of the bed. I rub my eyes with fists as I inspect my surroundings. It was a small room with a bed and a bathroom. There was a nightstand and a closet for other clothes. 

They had sweaters and jackets but have taken the draw strings out of the hood. It was like everything was baby proofed. 

I decided to wear the sweater for it was chilly in my room. I go to the door handle that obviously lead to the outside. For there was a window that showed the hallways. My door was locked. 

I decided there is no reason to fight, to escape. There wouldn't be anyone there for me at the end of the tunnel anyways. So I sat back down on the bed, sure there would be further instructions. 

Soon enough a woman dressed as a nurse came into the room. "Hello, how are you feeling?" Her first question was how was I feeling?! I am in a place like this, and she asks how I am feeling. 

She must have noticed I wasn't going to respond to her, so she continued on. "My dear, there is a lot to go through with you. Please be understanding and willing to be cooperative."

I stand silently, not sure what act I should have with these people.    

I know I won't put up a fight here, I will not be humiliated by a bunch of nurses. So I stand and nod as if I accept her terms and agreements. 

"I am glad to see that dear, now follow me. I will lead you to who your assigned psychologist, who you will be working very closely for a long while." I nod and follow her still not ready to talk. 

She opens the door and there are many doors just like mine in a long hallway. "You are on the third floor my dear. Just for reference there are 5 floors. The first is the entrance hall, and the dining hall. The second floor is for recreation and therapy, the third floor is for women, the fourth is for men, and the last one is blocked off for workers only." 

She smiled at me as we entered an elevator. "I am Macie, I hope you feel welcome here. I hope you enjoy your long road to recovery." 

I stand forward not sparing her a glance, is she mocking me? Either way we arrived to the second floor rather quickly. When we got out you could see the hall filled with people playing chess, cards, writing in journals, talking, putting together puzzles. 

I continued to pass the rooms where they had group therapy, yoga classes, and even dance classes until we reached the back of the hall. We stopped at a door, which must have been our destination. 

"Dr. Nessle, Ophelia is here." I could clearly hear a man clear his throat and say lightly "That will be all Jimin." 

The door swung open in our faces, and right there and then I locked eyes with him. With the person who would change my life. 

"Why hello Macie, and hello?"

"Ophelia."

"Ophelia, hello Ophelia."

He spoke so softly his pure voice bringing me to the edge of a cliff as I over look an ocean. 

Jimin, I am probably going to fall in love with you. 

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