𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒈𝒐 𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒂𝒏𝒆| 𝒗𝒔𝒐𝒐

Part II

Jisoo

The redhead leads me to a room, it looks like a dorm room. As if there are bunch of kids in hostel. I don't like this at all.

"Here you put your belongings." She says as I set my bags down with a nod. "And get ready for lunch in two hours. It would be great if you brought yourself something to entertain for you because there's nothing much but eating that you do here. Except one or two chores of course."

Her tone is stern the whole time as she explains, i just ignore her words and as she exits, I wait to settle.

She closes the door loudly behind her as she goes away, I take a seat on the empty and newly sheeted bed. I place all my stuff, arrange them to my liking.

It's only five minutes after she leaves another person comes in and she doesn't look like a patient or someone who belongs in asylum.

"Hand me all your belongings." She says in a cold tone. I look at her with a straight face "why?" Is my only response.

"It's part of our facility" she says and moves forward to grab my stuff with her goblin hands.

"No. Those are mine" I scream

"Of course. I ain't gonna do shit with your stuff, trust me. It's to make sure I find nothing which concerns any of us." She says as she moves across room again and grabs my bag, suitcase, everything.

She thought she could get away? She seriously needs to learn how to fucking steal because this isn't funny.

Before she could move out of room, I grab her hair and pulls her backwards. I slam her face on floor and warm "move and I'll kill you."

"I knew you belonged here." She slowly says. "Let me go." She demands and waits for a few seconds before she starts screaming.

I smash my hand on her mouth to muffle them but she bites my hand and as I remove it hastily, she screams and yells louder while thrashing beneath me.

"Shut up, woman." I scream loudly.

I hear the door opening loudly and as I look up, it's too late, plenty of works are here trying to get her away from my grasp and two male workers, rise me up and hold me in place. They hold my arms tight enough to bruise them.

"She was trying to steal my stuff" I yell "let me go. What the fuck!"

"She was only doing her job. Throw her in ward 8." The warden from earlier commands. And then I'm thrown on one of the guy's shoulder and taken away from there.

"Get me down. What the fuck" i scratch him, bite him, nail him but nothing works. He casually walks while holding me up.

I scream and yell. Patients and other workers watch me go, senior doctors ignore as if something like this occurs everyday.

I go silent.

It's asylum.

Insane people are always here doing some kind of bullshit.

So what I did now was insane?

I was only trying to protect myself.

I stop fighting and think about everything.

So taehyung sent me here not to mold me into a 'woman' but because he thought I am insane.

My own husband thought I'm insane.

My hands cover my face as realisation hits me.

I then move my hands on my hair and as I'm thrown on some really hard bed with a thump, I don't come back to realise the reality of where I'm now.

I'm still stuck, somehwere so deep where it's meant to answer all my questions but doesn't.

I'm insane.

No

I can't accept this

Never

I watch them leave, i fell silent so they let me be but what now? I look back down at my hands, the bed is made of iron, it feels cold under my skirt. I want to rip of these walls into shreds.

The realisation is deep but betrayal is deeper.

Tears well up my eyes.

I refuse to sit and watch myself crumble.

I'M NOT INSANE

I turn to look around, the room is ugly shade of brown with spider webs and alot of tarantulas. There are two bed, one is mine and other is someone else's.

I look at the wall beside me

"I'm not insane" in capitals written.

Someone has been stuck here in same situation as me. Someone who wasn't insane has been here and gone through this.

But was that person actually sane?

The door opens again, I watch the warden seething like a snake and as she watches my face, her face crumbles into a cruel smile. She looks like a devil's spawn. Satan. The worst of worst.

"How do you like it here? Better?" She mocks, her voice overly high pitched and disgusting.

I don't contain it any longer. My anger spikes as I launch and grab her hair and smash her head on wall but she was quick to yell.

The impact of her hair colliding with wall is huge, she looks as if she could die and I laugh it out.

She calls for help, yells and I slam her down "get me out of here!" I scream as I keep thrashing her head on wall.

Someone rushes inside the door. And something so solid and brutally long and painful hits my head.

I turn around, I don't faint or black out. The man standing behind me shudders and my head goes awary.

I look at him and then something hits me on head again....

"Bring the psych" is what I hear before my world blacks out.