Ｅｃｓｔａｓｙ Ｐ．Ｊ．

Ｃｈａｐｔｅｒ ５

Even if you were an outsider looking at this group you could tell they were close. Jimin, Taehyung, Jungkook, and Gertrude had this strong bond. One that I don't think could ever be broken.  

They laughed and talked like they knew each other all of their life. I felt as if I didn't belong there, or that could just be Gertrude was bringing up things they did together in the past. 

"Ophelia, how did you get here?" Taehyung asked as he pushed his metal tray in front of him. I haven't even decided how I feel about what I did, I was just lucky enough to have affluent parents who could make anything hidden with a snap of their fingers. 

"I killed people." I whisper but it was enough for them to all understand. "My parents told me if I didn't stop they would bring me to a place like this." I spoke in a grave tone as I come to the realization that I got myself to this place, by my own actions. 

"So did I." Taehyung asked but you could tell he didn't feel sorry about it. It was the way he smiled as he recalled his memories. "They thought putting me here would be better than prison."

He gave a soft laugh that would send chills up anyones back, "Only made my desire worse." Jungkook coughed as if to stop the conversation. 

"Why'd you do it?" Jungkook asks me, and me not even knowing my place on the earth. I responded with my only valid answer. "I have no idea." 

Gertrude laughed as she looked at me, "You can't tell me you had no motive. You aren't that dumb are you?" Jimin looked at Gertrude as if to say thats enough. 

In these few minutes we ate I could tell the power Jimin had over his friends, and the respect they showed him. 

"Gertrude when was it ever okay to make fun of someones past." Taehyung said as he kept his eyes on me. Those soft eyes that I first found cute turned dark and creepy. 

"You know Ophelia, you are just my type." Taehyung said, "So casually pretty, so innocent, have no sense of belonging." 

I wasn't sure if i should take offense to that, so I just stared down at the food I hardly touched. "They are going to think you have an eating disorder if you don't eat." Gertrude said as she watched me look at the food. 

"They watch every little thing you do here. They have almost everything monitored, that they can see with their two eyes." Gertrude stood up with her now empty tray. "Trust me, if you even lose a pound here they will send you to solitary." 

Gertrude then left to go give her tray to the lunch lady, and headed back up the stairs with a nurse following her. 

"Don't mind her, she doesn't like new people." Jungkook spoke as he bit into his bread. "No, she is just a bitch." Taehyung said and the three boys laughed as I enjoyed their humor as well. 

"I have handled worse." I stated "Where I grew up there was a lot of stuck up people there." I pick up a piece of bread and bit into it. 

"Where did you grow up?" Jimin inquired and I was reluctant to give him an answer, but I decided to give them a vague one. 

"I grew up in a really rich neighborhood. One where people would host weekly balls, and enjoy tea on their balconies. Women would gossip about the lesser women, while husbands cheated on their wives with their secretaries." I caught my breath as I said all of that so quickly. 

Taehyung was the only one to react, "You and Gertrude are exactly alike then, Jimin I guess just has a type." Taehyung laughed and stood up as the bell rang, which signaled dinner was now over. 

Jimin looked very reserved and grave after I went through all of that. Jungkook stood up and said "see you soon." 

I wished him a goodbye as well, I was going to stay will Jimin to find out what was the matter.

"Jimin." I touch his shoulder and he just sits there looking off in space. Zoned out. 

"Ophelia?" He speaks gravely and I urge him to speak. "Can you promise me, not to be anything like Gertrude." I don't know what past they had but I knew just from a simple analysis that I was nothing like her and never wanted to be anything like her. 

"I promise Jimin."  

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