psychopath | park jimin ff

uno

the cuffs on my wrist were digging into my wrist, chafing my skin. but i had become use to it. it had already been two years since they found my mothers body with me next to it, holding the murder weapon. 

but it's not what everyone thinks.

i didn't kill her. 

why would i?

but how would anyone else know that? all signs of evidence led to me. 

and now here i am, headed to my weekly meeting with my psychiatrist.

the only way for me to get a lighter form of punishment, my lawyer plead guilty by reason of insanity. someone had to be insane enough to practically mutilate their own mother i suppose.

as the door was pushed open for me, the room looked different.

"park jimin? already? come in! i'm just finishing up my report for another patient." a light and airy voice spoke. 

this was not my regular psychiatrist. my regular psychiatrist was a 52-year-old man with the lungs of a smoker.

"sit, criminal," the officer who was "babysitting" me snapped, forcing my body into a blue plastic chair.

"hey! that isn't very nice. they may have legally stamped as criminals, but they're still humans nonetheless," the woman said, finally revealing her face.

she was beautiful.

"humans don't murder their mothers," the cop grunted in return. i rolled my eyes and faced the woman who's face was contorted into a look of displeasure. 

why would she though? the cop is right. 

"please leave. now." she hissed. the cop scoffed and exited the room, waiting right outside.

"hello, jimin. my name is kim haneul. how are you feeling today?" haneul smiled, pulling out a pen and paper. 

"tired." i mumbled, uninterested.

"i mean, really. how do you feel? i don't want to patronize you, and i don't want you to answer me like you would hal," she sighed.

"who cares how i feel? you're just going to write down what i say, evaluate, confirm i'm crazy and try to get me to open up about what happened. i already know," i said, leaning into the chair as i blankly stared at her. 

"what if i told you that was bullshit. that i know for a fact you didn't kill your mother and i can figure out who did."

"i'd say you're crazier than me."