The Mental Hospital - [jimin fanfic] (hiatus) | #wattys2017

six

I was lead to the kitchen. There was another guy here. He has dark brown hair and a mysterious aura.

"Wash the plates and scrub the floors until everything is sparkling clean." The lady scowled. She left the kitchen and we were left alone.
"I'll scrub the floors and you can wash the dishes." He said.
"Okay." I nodded as I stepped to the kitchen sink and start scrubbing the trays. By the end, my fingers were all pruney and my back hurt.

"Can you move for a sec?" I stepped aside and he mopped the area I was standing in.

We were both done with spare time left. We sat on the kitchen counter and tried to start a conversation.

"Soo..." I hesitated, "What's your name and what are you in for?"
"Woah there, really want to talk, don't ya?" He said, looking at me.
"Sheesh, I was just asking. No need to get defensive. But if you don't want to answer, it's fine."
"Well, my name is Yoongi. You?"
"I'm Misook."
"Anyways, I like playing with fire. I don't know why I'm here but all I did was accidentally set my school on fire."
"Ha, how do you accidentally set a school on fire?"
"I was with the teacher and I was just playing with a box of matches because that was the only thing in my pocket. I used it to control my fidgeting. I guess it accidentally lit and it burned down half of the school classrooms."
"Jeez."
"Yeah."
"So, what's your story-" He said as he got interrupted by footsteps coming towards the kitchen. We hopped off the counter and stood up straight for the door to swing open. The door swung open and the lady came in.

"Alright, it's free time." She said, in a better mood than before.
We walked to a room where there were a few sofas that were badly scratched. There was a TV reinforced on the wall with the news playing.  I walked to Morgan and Emma.

"So, how are you enjoying your time here? What duty are you doing and who are you with?" Emma asked.
"I got kitchen duty. I washed the plates and trays and stuff while Yoongi was scrubbing the floor."
"Yoongi, huh?" Morgan winked at me. I rolled my eyes.
"Are there anyone here that catches your eyes?" Emma said, raising her eyebrows.
"I didn't really look at anyone so far, I guess." I shrugged.
"Well, look around."

I rotated my head around the to scan around for anyone who interested me.

"Maybe him." I said, glancing towards a guy with brown hair, with his back against the wall and talking to Yoongi.
"Oh, you're already in too deep. He's trouble." Emma whispered.
"Huh?"
"That's Park Jimin. He got into fights with several people. They all had to move to different hospitals." 
"Oh?"
"Yeah."
"So what's her deal?" I asked, looking towards a girl who was talking to one of the guys.
"Oh, that's Julie." Emma said.
"Why is she here? Is she nice?"
"Oh yeah, she's nice. I'm not sure but I think she's just here for trauma. Nothing much."
"Oh."
"Oh."
"Oh!"
"Oh?"

I fiddled my fingers and stared at the wall. How long would I be in here for? What will happen when I get out? Where would I live? How would I live? What are Sunhyun and that stepwitch doing?

I closed my eyes for a while and drifted into darkness. When I opened them again, I was hearing whimpers, cries, and yelling.

It was Morgan. She was shaking, hyperventilating, and crying.