Mental Institute: BTS 101

Dead.

A/N: Hi, okay first I want to apologize for taking sooo long to update. Even though it was summer vacation and I should have updated more and not let you guys wait for so long... I'm really sorry :( If you want to know my reasons, I'll tell you at the end of this chapter, but first... The update you have all (hopefully still are, if not I understand) waited for. Be prepared since it's a really looooooooong chapter !

Word count: 11.841 (Rip me)

"No!" I shouted to them. The seven boys widened their eyes and stood deadpanned in the middle of the field. Their mouth agape from the sudden tension they were in.

Slow claps sounded in the distant, before I heard my dad's voice. "Good job, good job." He simply said.

"What are you doing? Run! Go away as far as you can!" I yelled, ignoring the sudden stare I got from my dad.

Jungkook whose eyes were half open slipped down from Jimin's shoulder and fell to the ground. Hoseok froze at the spot, with Yoongi squinting his eyes at the sudden brightness. Namjoon looked around and then at the members, unsure on what to do, as Jin looked over at Taehyung who was hiccupping and panting. It was obvious that Taehyung was on the verge of breaking down. How his tears made its way down his face and his bloody hands trembled near the side of his body.

"Run!" My throat was dry, and the silence made me realize how desperate and hoarse I sounded. Tears streamed down my cheeks as I never wanted this to happen. That their adventure on freedom was about to be ended, when a man dressed in a white suit stepped forward holding seven metal chokers, and in his other hand what looked like a teaser.

From the shadows, I made up that my dad signed his co-workers to hold them. I wanted to stop him, but my legs just wouldn't want to move. They were paralyzed from fear and as I watched how five people followed the first one and helped him get them. At first, Namjoon and Jin refused and struggled, but seeing how weak they all got, they eventually gave in.

Even if they wanted to escape, they couldn't just leave a half dead Jungkook behind, or a broken Taehyung that didn't function anymore.

With rough movements, the man kicked the back of their legs and urged them to kneel on the ground. Yanking their head back, one of the other men, put chokers on their neck and chained every member to one long chain, pulling them along as if they were dogs.

No one said anything, except me who was screaming and begging for them to stop, until Dad stood near me and forced me to stand up.

I stumbled and pushed him away, before falling back onto my knees. I was weak. Too weak to help them. Too weak to go against my Dad.

All I could do was just scream. Let out a horrified and ear-piercing scream, frustrated at how evil my Dad could be. How sinful my family was, how regretful I felt on being his daughter.

Tears wouldn't stop running, until I felt how my hands were bonded behind my back and lifted me up from the ground, sand and strands of hair sticking against the wet stains on my face.

From the corner of my eyes, I saw how the members got pushed one by one into a black van, with Jimin being the last one who give me a short sad look, before the car door was closed and I felt my head being pushed down to enter the backseat of a black car.

My body was pushed against the car door, feeling my skin stretch around the wounds, but I was too shocked to feel anything. Too out of my mind to even care. I was too concerned at the thought of where they would be bringing them. In what kind of isolation my dad has come up with now.