Tomorrow, still Today| (Kim Taehyung)

There's no walking on the moon.

-"The fear, the fear of falling apart."-

My body feels sore and I feel like every ounce of breath has been sucked out of it.

Two men grab my arm, keeping me stable.

I'm actually quite thankful for that.

I am not able to walk.

They push the door open and the next second I'm sitting again, slouched down in the chair. I look up to meet the dark brown eyes.

I gulp.

I don't ever see Mr. Im. I saw him only three times.

One, my admission in here. Two, when I started to make trouble. Three, when I stopped.

He gives me a warm smile, but it is different. Other than hers, it doesn't warm me up.

I scold myself in my thoughts.

"So, Mr. Kim Taehyung."

He leans a little closer and crosses his legs, eyeing me intently.

"I've heard, we had some troubles with your therapy?"

He asks it like a question. Does he want me to answer?

As he's still staring at me, I nod slowly.

Mr. Im immediately leans back, happy, that I'm cooperating. When have I ever not?

"Tell me, Mr. Kim Taehyung", he opens a folder in front of him, before he starts looking through it, then stopping at a page.

"You haven't seen your brother's dead body, this time?"

I flinch, swallowing harshly. His gaze shifts to me and my head turns.

"Have you?"

I shake my head. He sighs, looking down at his papers again.

"You saw no blood, no water... nothing?"

He trails a little off, sounding uninterested and I shake my head once again. My palms start to sweat and I wipe them on my soaked uniform.

I still feel the pills in my system and it makes me go crazy.

"That's a pity... and I wonder... what have you seen then, Kim Taehyung?"

Suddenly he sounds interested. The nurse next to him, my nurse doesn't utter a single word.

I don't either.

"Kim Taehyung?"

I frown and look down to my hands.

I don't even know, why I'm not saying anything.

Sweat forms on my forehead.

"He only said, he'd see orange", the nurse explains a little, a confused tone in her voice.

No, that's not everything.

I flinch, when Mr. Im lets out a short, unamused laugh.

"No. That's not everything."

He stands up and leans now in front of me.

"Am I right, Kim Taehyung?", his voice loud and clear in my ears. I clench my fingers to fists. Why do they have to use that sweet tone.

I almost throw up.

"Kim Taehyung. Tell me, what you saw."

Why can't I simply answer? Maybe because I'm afraid of what will happen...