Hypnotized//JH

.18.

"None of the people here are crazy. Neither are you. You are just.... sick," This sentence kept playing in my head repeatedly ever since that doctor left the room, leaving my legs constantly shaking against my chest. I've been hugging my legs ever since I've been in that place; it was the only way to feel like I was untouchable, that I was going to be alright no matter what. My hand kept rubbing the spot against my neck where my necklace once was. It felt strange to feel that area empty. Now that I think about it, never had I ever took that necklace off ever since I was a kid. I couldn't even remember who got it for me or why it was given to me, but I never really took it off. Now that it was off of me, I felt like my chest was bare and it made me uncomfortable.

My mind wavered once again to the word "sick". I was NOT sick. I knew that I definitely was not. As a child, I definitely thought something was wrong with me, but I considered it as the aftermath of trauma, after going through what I had to go through, but then my mentality changed after meeting Jimin and growing together.

Speaking of Jimin and the police, I was informed by one of the nurses that they were going to be interrogating me here. Brainstorming what to say was such a bother, if I had to be honest, since there really wasn't much to say. Someone murdered Taehyung, but the evidence say otherwise. I didn't know what else were they expecting me to say and if it was a confession they were looking for, then I definitely wasn't planning to grant them one. There was no way I was going to voluntarily give myself in just like that without even trying to bail myself out of it, so I tried at least thinking what types of questions were they going to ask me and how was I going to answer them.

What was the last thing the two of you did?

Talk and sip some tea in Taehyung's case, coffee in mine.

Who entered the house that night?

Hoseok, but I couldn't say that. I knew I couldn't mention Hoseok's name anywhere or else I'd sound even more suspicious. Nothing was going in my favor, neither was Hoseok's non-existence. There was no way he didn't exist though because I was sure that I've seen him more than once. The students in campus have seen him before too!

If you two were alone, then who made the report?

The cops definitely didn't mention anything about who made the call except that it was made. There was no way it was I who made it though; I remembered being fast asleep at that time.

If it wasn't you then who did?

I don't know. I really don't. No one was in the house but the two of us, no one would even be able to enter my house without Taehyung or at least me noticing their presence. Whoever did the call though, definitely did it right after the crime for two reasons. One, Taehyung's body didn't look like it had been killed overnight. His blood still smelled fresh if I could say that and its color was still bright with a natural flowing consistency. Two, Jimin called not long after I had witnessed the scene after waking up, meaning that the report wasn't made overnight either. Those two reasons drove me crazy, because there was no way I could pave my way through them. Anything I would say regarding this question would make me questionable. It was either I'd confess to it, or say something that would sound ridiculous to the interrogator. Either way, I wouldn't be able to bail myself out of it.