MADHOUSE || PJM

#16

i walk to dr. kim's office. he asked me to come because he already has the answer to my petition about talking to yoongi again.

i enter his office, and he greets me kindly. i feel a bit more comfortable with him, so i give him a small smile.

"have you considered my petition?"

"yes. even thought it's dangerous, the doctor on the third floor and i habe decided to let you talk to him once more."

i let out a sigh in relief.

"just once. yoongi will be completely restricted, there will be two guards and the doctor will be there with you. you need to follow every rule or we will cancel the matter."

"i will, thank you so much, dr. kim."

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i leave his office smiling. i don't know if this is crazy but i know yoongi knows something. i wonder if he's waiting for me to go back like dr. kim said the other day.

i step into the hallway when i hear a voice in the distance, pronouncing my name.

"y/n."

it can't be..

i loft up my gaze to find the last person i ever expected. i try to speak but nothing comes out, tears quickly fill my eyes, making her familiar face blurry.

my best friend is standing in front of me, the person i love most after my family. the one who has always been there for me, the one i haven't seen in nearly a year.

her eyes are also full of tears, her hands shaking, which means she knows. she knows what happened.

"jasmine.."

she walks towards me and hugs me tightly.
"i'm so sorry, y/n."

a scream leaves my lips as tears fall down my cheeks. somehow seeing her makes everything much more real. the pain in my chest is unbearable.

"why..? why jasmine?"
i say, separating myself from her.
"why them? they weren't bad people, i don't understand.. they.. they meant everything to me."
my lips tremble as i speak. tears fall down her eyes as she takes my hand.

"i'm here, you don't have to deal with all the pain by yourself anymore. you're not alone, y/n."

i try to give her a smile, and still cry, we walk into my room and sit together on my bed.

after crying together, we finally calm down.
"jasmine.. why are you here?"

"i got sick and tired of trying to contact you these past months. i knew something was wrong, i could feel it so i came here. i spoke to your grandparents and they told me what happened.. i'm so sorry y/n."

"but you're missing school.."

"school can wait, but my best friend can't any longer."
she gives me a warm smile and i take her hand.

"thank you, i'm so happy you're here. i feel so much enter after crying with you."

she squeezes my hand.
"how are you? and i want an honest answer."

"i don't know.."

"do you remember what happened that night?"

"i.. i don't want to remember. every time i think about that night, all i see is horrible stuff like blood and much more.."

her expression saddens again.
"i spoke with your psychologist and with the police. they asked me some questions."

"what?"