"How did I become such a monster?
I'm sorry I hurt you when I first met you,
I... I just don't understand..
My life was perfect, and now.."
He cried to me.
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I gritted my teeth and clenched my fists while looking at the ground. Thinking about her makes me so angry and just release it all out.. I feel like strangling her and then boiling her in alcohol and then getting a knife and- "Dude... you okay?" Taehyung asked me.
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I immediately snapped out of it and looked at him "I'm fine..." I informed him. "Ight.... well I'm going to sleep now. Goodnight" he spread his arms out and yawned. Hopped himself under the duvet, rolled it over himself like a wrap.
I turned around to the door and walked towards it, I put one hand on the bar and looked out the glass window behind it.
The workers were walking some patients to their dorm. I sighed.
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I walked to my bed to get the clothes and changed in the toilet next to the room.
When I was taking my shirt off, my right arm started to ache all of a sudden, "aish..." I glanced at the mirror. Just as I expected... a big dark blue bruise, probably from the tantrum I did earlier on. I was in too much of a mess to even think about pain back then.
When I buttoned my shirt up, I looked at the mirror "This is me.. I'm one of them." I said to my reflection.
I walked slowly towards which was now called, my bed. I lay down and stared at the ceiling, rewinding what happened today. I didn't know what to feel now.
Anger?
Sadness?
I thought of papa and what his reaction would be when he finds out his only son.. his only family left is in a mental hospital and not coming home any time around.
I thought about the fee and the money he has to pay.. that's when I suddenly got emotional and my eyes watered.
"I'm sorry I couldn't help you papa.. I only made things worse.." I whispered to myself. I let my tears run down my cheeks and cried once again.
I failed to be his perfect son. How can I become a successful person if I'm here? And I know this will effect my future jobs.
There is nothing... nothing for me to do. I know that there's no point in telling anyone because I'm sure everyone lies here.
I'm trapped.. in a world full of people I don't fit in for who knows how long.
