"I was in a birthday party as far as i remember that night suddenly everything went black. I wokeup to some whispers, i had a throbbing headache.
I saw two strange men dressed up all black!...
The people from the party were all dead.
There was bloo...
I saw a room! It gave me strange vibes. It had a red door, same white painted walls.
Apart from other! This was a bit strange, wierd and kinda scary I guess ...? "That room which you are staring at is called- DARK ROOM" he continued, "patients who get out of control or who don't obey will end up here till they learn their lesson! This is nightmare for every patient over here. Try your best to not to end up here..... Katherine " he said the last sentence directly staring in my eyes. He turned around and continued to walk towards his office.
It felt he purposely showed me this room. - try your best not to end up here His words kept on ringing inside my mind as his figure faded into the hallway. I wanted to scream tell him what I was, I'm educated! That I didn't belong to this freaking mental hospital!
I couldn't utter the words which were in my head! I feel trapped! Suffocated! And mainly helpless...
I turned around. I coldly glanced at the metallic red coloured door before heading towards my patient ward........
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Katherine's pov---
"Students, I will be back in a couple of minutes please keep practicing the lesson which I taught!" Our piano teacher said and exited the classroom.
"You are a good pianist yoongi....you learn all the lessons so fast and perfectly!" I appreciated him. "Thankyou" he replied me back flashing his warm gummy smile which made my heart flutter. He continued, "can you do me a favor?"
"Yeah, I would love to!" "Here take this, can you take a photo of me?" He asked me handing over his camera with his puppy eyes. "Oh !! Yes I will" I replied with a warm smile.
-capture sound-
"Yeah ! Done...check if it's fine" I gave back his camera to him.
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"No doubt! You are a good photographer" he sounds really satisfied with the photo. "Yeah may be, I guess it's because of my friend. When we used to go out, that time I loved taking his pictures a lot." Yes I was talking about hobi. I feel butterflies when we I talk about him. My mind would be always of his thoughts even though I'm busy, the way it happens in movies when the lead character is in love.
"Oh ...I see" "Don't mind me, but why did you want to take a picture?" I asked out of curiosity. "You know my parents stay abroad. I miss them always, so to keep connected with them I write letters, also sometimes I send pictures of mine to them." His tone was soft, it said how much he missed his parents.
"You could have studied in a better college there , but why did you come from south korea to California?" "Umm.....our parents always wish the best for us right?" He asked me, I nodded in agreement. But that was not the case for me. They are strict always cared about themself. "....so my parents, especially my father wanted me to get good education so it will be helpful in my future. He sent me to abroad. It was so soon after my high school graduation. I didn't even had time to tell my opinion to them....this is how I'm here." He sighed. I just patted his back. It seemed he wanted to stay back at south korea not taking the flight to California....just like me. I was about to talk, when teacher entered and started the piano class again.
