Am I Crazy?

Wasn't expecting to see you here

After a long chat with Felix and explaining everything to him he stared at me like I was a piece of glass and didn't want to step on me. He hugged me and I just let the tears fall "I thought he was different Lix, and to top it off my father has been an extra asshole lately." I mumbled into Felix's chest.

We sat in silence for a while and it was nice, I felt comfortable with Felix he was like a long-lost friend, and it was like nothing ever happened. It's as if we never lost touch and I could tell him anything.

"It's okay Sungie I'm here for you. I wish I could say maybe it was all a misunderstanding between you and this Minho guy. I'm not going to tell you to go talk to him either, let him figure out what he did wrong and maybe he will come to you that's if you want him too?" Felix said. "Ugh I don't know, I know his friends are assholes and he always showed that he wasn't completely like them, I also don't know about him and his home life." I replied.

I pulled away from our hug and looked at Felix, I was happy he got out and away from his parents they weren't as bad as my father, but they were strict. They didn't even want him talking to me or be near me as if I was actually contagious or something.

"Hey you, okay?" Felix asked. "Oh, uh yeah sorry I'm just glad you are free. It makes me happy seeing you this way and I hope someone someday will be lucky enough to see that." I smiled. "Thanks Ji that means a lot. And I hope we will never lose contact again! I missed you so much I always tried to find a way to reach out to you but always failed."

After a while Felix had to go back to his volunteer work which made me sad but at least I knew I'd be seeing him almost every day for however long I'm stuck in this dump. And at least I still have awhile before the therapist comes back.

The rest of the day went by smoothly as I kept to myself mostly and occasionally, I'd chat with some of the nurses and orderlies that use to treat and help me. I'm glad they didn't see me as a mental case some of them even agree that my father is the one that needs to be locked up here and not me.

I wish I could see him locked up behind bars or better yet gone.

As night came and everything was winding down and I was getting ready for bed and given my "pills" that are supposedly anti-depressants, or some shit I acted like I swallowed them but then spit them out when the nurse left.

Felix came to see me before he left for the night and promised he would see me the next day and every day after that. Apparently, Felix made it his part time job to volunteer here, and he worked at a dance studio as a full-time teacher.

Felix was doing a hell of a lot better than me that's for sure.

A week later

It's already been a week since I've been in this hell hole, and I'm literally bored out of my mind. It wasn't like before when Felix was a patient with me, and we would sneak around and do dumb shit and get caught most of the time. Now it's just me and myself and on occasion Felix will come and visit me and we will have small chats or have lunch together, but he can never stay for long.

It was in the middle of the day, and I was in the rec room with some of the other patients and I was just in my own space listening to some music which luckily, I was allowed to have my phone but with no internet access and or cellular data. My music kept me calm and it was the only thing that could keep me from really losing my shit.

To anyone else who would walk in see me as a patient they would take one look at me and see that I am paler than usual and bags under my eyes, being sleep deprived really sucks. I may seem fine and will smile but really, I just want to curl up into a ball and drift away. Felix made things bearable, but I wasn't about to tell him how I'm really doing.

I may have the scars on my legs that no one can see but my arms showed scratches that I give myself in my sleep when I do manage to sleep. Apparently sometimes I have nightmares and claw at my skin most of the time they weren't deep enough to leave permanent marks but since I've been here it's been a different story. I woke up this morning and noticed some deep scratch marks and dried blood under my nails.

I had turned off my music and got up to go back to my room when a voice caught my attention. "Hello, I was told my sister was in here." The voice spoke. I couldn't quite put my finger on it, and I shrugged it off. "Right this way." The nurse said.

As I got up from my chair and turned around, I was face to face with Hyunjin.

"Jisung?" Hyunjin said