A Constant

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Three years. I think. It's been three years since we got imprisoned within these white walls and it's all my fault. Getting caught up in this crude cycle of swallowing pills and getting examined we've already lost hope. Jeongin already looks half-dead. The spark from his eyes didn't die until recently. We haven't spoken to each other ever since we got caught in the mess. The only time I see the guys is in the cafeteria and even then we're not allowed to utter a word.

Minho Hyung tried to contact us at any chance he got, for a year, but he always got captured. The next time he would appear after three to four days with a busted-up face, bruises all over his body and skin paler than the walls. He was never the type to abide by the rules, was he? Typical Minho Hyung. 

I was pretty sure that Seungmin was planning something in his head. His mind won't sit still until we're out of this sticky situation. But it's been three years and he hasn't done anything at all. His face seems blank and his eyes wide. Sometimes I wonder if he's even breathing or not. Han always looks at Seungmin. Even with that numb expression on his face, I can tell he's worried about him. Any chance he gets he stares at him, without blinking even for an instant. 

Changbin and Felix on the other hand never look at each other. They can't see each other in pain. They'll brake on the inside and it can't happen. We promised to stay alive. Chan Hyung, as always, has this peaceful look that makes me wonder if this affects him at all. He's the favourite. We all could see the difference in treatment between him and us. They even allowed him to go outside a few times. 

"Take this." The voice of a worker came snapping me out of my thoughts. He threw the metal tray on the table and carefully watched and I took the tablet before he went away. 'Here it comes.'  My head started hurting and my body felt numb. I closed my eyes as my consciousness left my body. The nightmares came back, making me feel like dying. The next thing I knew was I was back in my room a drip attached to my wrist. My body aches as new bruises appear on my body.

Will this ever end? 



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