Hypnotized//JH

.20.

It is not my fault.

"Ahjussi," She cried out, her petite, blood-stained hands shaking vigorously against two stained chests. Her wails echoing in the ears of the man who deserted her as he coldly walked away despite her constant screaming.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to do this. Please come back. I promise it wasn't my fault," She let out in between frequent hiccups and sniffs as her tears flowed rapidly down her red, chubby cheeks. It was all of a sudden when the world seemed to have turned its back on her, when she was in deep need of help, when she wanted someone to believe that it wasn't her even though she herself found that debatable. It was then that she realized that she had already drowned in her own tears, that it was too late for someone to notice that she was drowning, because she had already sunk. Everything that she had known to be beautiful had suddenly disappeared in her eyes. Nothing was worth mentioning anymore, nothing was worth fighting for anymore, and she had to live with the fact that it was her fault, because everyone else thought so.

That child, the child who was once as innocent, beautiful and pure, the child whom the world had been mean to, the child who had everything beautiful confiscated from her reach despite her young age, was me. Sun Hee.

I got escorted to my room immediately after my interrogation was over. The officer, whom I had learnt was referred to as Kim Namjoon, had walked me slowly towards my ward, taking frequent pauses in between to ask about my well being. Of Course I wasn't doing well, but there was nothing that tied the two of us that obliged me to tell him about anything, not to mention the fact that he was the one who arrested me anyway.

How did he know Sun Hee? How could he have?

The moment I was at the door of my own ward, I took it upon myself to walk inside, my eyes never leaving the floor ever since I had been asked this question, my face not changing expressions either.

"Dr. Sun Hee," I heard Namjoon's voice echo in the empty room, causing me to stand still, my back still facing him, my face holding no emotion either.

"If you are innocent," He said before pausing for a while then continued," then no matter what happens the truth will be revealed. If you are guilty, then I suggest you admit to everything that you had done. Not doing so will only be bad for you. I'm sure Jimin would want that too."

A sudden wave of emotions suddenly hit my heart at the mention of Jimin's name, the only person I had wished to be with at that moment . A tear trickled down my cheek and onto my shirt, only to be followed by another from the other eye. Not long after that sentence did I hear the sound of the door closing, causing another pair of teardrops to slide down my face.

I don't deserve to be here. I never did, not even last time.

I stood there for a while, allowing pairs of teardrops to slide in turns, until I finally decided to let myself sit on the bed, my head buried between my knees as I wasted time recalling everything that had happened.