239209 | chanyeol

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"Never thought I'd see you again, Yeol."

Yifan. He was a genius, and took down an entire gang with merely his bare fists. Yifan was instituted for his addiction to cutting skin, whether deep wounds or not. He was tall and clever, but also a fool. He had fallen in love, and that dragged him down. "Never thought I'd see these walls again, but yet..," I shook my head and sighed.

The walls were decorated with dents and small carvings here and there. One read, 'die. it's better' and another had the word crazy scratched out multiple times. I was already sick of this place. I was sick just breathing the air. It was then I saw Yifan tense beside me.

A tall blonde boy walked this way, his body swaying left and right. His eyes were dashed with Crimson, and his left hand was stained with the color red.

"I gotta get through before they catch me," he laughs loudly. As he walked past, a trail of blood followed him. It was when the sound of an ear piercing scream echoed from the hallway he left to, we realized what happened to him. He had slaughtered someone.

I turned to Yifan and simply said the word 'days?' Before he responded with "two."

That boy lost it at 2 days. Guess that's one less to worry about? "You know, I'd kill to prick a finger here and now," Yifan stared at his hand.

"Nobody is pricking any finger, Mr. Yi Fan," a man with a slight beard and glasses stood behind him. "Not a finger? Maybe I could cut a littl-"

"Mr. Yi Fan," the man cleared his throat. "Oh, I forgot, this is Chanyeol," Yifan said, staring at the carvings on the nearest wall. The man tensed, and moved his hand closer to the gun underneath his coat. I let out a chuckle and looked away.

"I'll be on my way then. See ya around, Yeol." with that, they both left. The lights of this hospital were dim, and cold easily give someone a headache if they stared too long. The floors were wiped down clean, but there were dark stains that covered certain areas. I walked down the oddly empty hallway, and tried to find the gathering room.

"Keys."

Not this.

"Keyssss.."

If there was anything that made me want to thrash myself into a wall, it was this.

"You have the keys.."

"Keys.."

"Give them back."

"They were mine."

I found myself running, and this wouldn't stop. This hospital didn't want to help you, they wanted to rid of you.

My eyes started seeing red. A dark color of blood, one I only felt pleasure from seeing in others, not myself. Huffs of air refused to enter my mouth, as drawn breaths could barely escape.

This is pathetic.

I'm losing to this place again. The hallways didn't end, and I continued to stand there. It was like I lived my old life again. There was a reason I escaped.. And to hell I would if it meant not being here.

"Those are my keys!"

The sound of knuckles hitting a wall allowed me to see clear again. I looked down at my hands, and laughed like a maniac. How could you be so stupid, Chanyeol.

The were covered in red, dripping and oozing color from the inside out.

It was then I spotted a room, one I had never seen before.

I tried to open it, but it was locked and wouldn't budge. My fists pounded on the door itself, but to no avail. There were now fresh stains on the material. I dug the pocket of my jeans and fished out a the keys.

Jamming them inside the lock, I tried to open the door. They wouldn't work.

Aggravated, I slam my fist down on the keys.

This time, the door opened, and the keys fell to the floor with a loud jingle. Looking inside, there was a body. The air of the room seemed to change, and it seemed colder than before. The body looked life less almost.

It laid there, frozen cold. It was a male, hair tousled, and face down. If I hadn't known any better, he looked as if he was sleeping. Moving his face to the side, I tried to see what he looked like.

This bastard.

I could recognize him from anywhere.

Yifan's dead.