You in Me

9#Victim

When Jongwoo left the building alone and arrived at the place where he was staying, he went straight to the shower. He thought about what he had done as the hot water running through his body.
Moonjo had helped him clean up the blood on him and told him to leave. He couldn't ask questions or do anything else.
But he felt the warmth of the blood, freeing the artist inside him. Just remembering it made him feel excited again.
This made him felt good.
No, he never looked down on people. He did not engage in any behavior defined as psychopaths did. He didn't get very high grades or gain the trust of the people and didn't reach high positions in life. He had just spent his entire life in silence. He was silent about the injustice done to him, those who stabbed him in the back, and the people who despised him. In fact, he held himself knowing that he was better than all of them. But that was no longer necessary.
It was now his responsibility to smash every insect that wanted to be squashed, one by one.

He went straight to sleep that night and woke up to a beautiful morning without nightmares. Ever since he had changed, ever since he found himself, he hadn't had nightmares, and it felt better than ever.

He said the boss about the days of the meeting with the psychologist and, he had taken the day off, so he would go there directly. Even at this early hour of the morning, Jongwoo respected the woman who listened to people's problems. There was another patient before him, as far as he knew. Then she was accepting other patients during the day.

He walked into the clinic and sat in the waiting room looking at his phone until it was time for his session. He replied to several messages from his mother. He deliberately did not return her calls. He didn't feel ready to talk to her yet.

"You may get in, Mr. Yoon."

He stopped thinking at the assistant's voice and got up and walked through the white door.
Joon Syunhee greeted him with her ironed clothes and neat posture. From her look to her smile, it was obvious that she was a psychologist.

"Good morning Jongwoo. Sit down, please."

He sat down in the comfortable chair he had been sitting in in the other session, and couldn't help yawning, looking around. There were a few bookshelves and silly, pointless photographs.

"How are you today?"

Despite feeling gorgeous, Jongwoo grimaced.

"Neither good nor bad."

The woman smiled slightly and asked a few more general questions. Then she slowly moved on to the main issue.
She understood that Jongwoo was scared and was only uttering half of the sentences that came to mind while expressing himself. Her goal was to understand the true source of his fear, because when he mentioned Moonjo, she couldn't see fear in his eyes.

"You said he was watching you, popping up or disappearing. You've had this before. Are you as worried or afraid now as you were then?"

She scribbled the rollercoster effect between her notes. Jongwoo was hardly talking about what happened in that Gosiwon, but it was possible that he was manipulated in this way.

"Back then I felt like I was going to lose my mind," Jongwoo said. He wasn't going to lie anyway, he was just going to hide some of the truth.

"Now I feel like I can protect myself. As if I wasn't the helpless me I used to be."

Jongwoo analyzed the woman's face carefully, he annoyed at the lack of any facial expression. Where was the fun in this?

"What makes you think you were helpless before?"

He pressed his lips together and pretended to think briefly. In fact, he had to think carefully about everything he was going to say to this woman. Because the woman was friends with Junghwa. Normally, due to the procedure, the doctor couldn't share information about his patient, but Junghwa was the police. So she could ask for information and easily get it since they were already friends.
But somehow, Jongwoo didn't care at all.