Eunmi's POV:
I'm lying on my back staring up at the white ceiling, trying to clear at least some of the fog from my mind. The last thing that I remember clearly is losing my grip and sliding into the water at the foot of the basement stairs. I think I was conscious for a little while after that but I'm not sure. It's all a bit of a blur. Looking around me I see the blinking machines and stark white everything. Looks like I ended up in the hospital again...
Groaning I drag myself into a sitting position, everything aches. I reach over and grab my phone that someone has kindly left on the bedside table.
6 missed calls from Joonie-oppa
27 notifications in Snow White and The Seven Dwarfs
2 missed calls from Jungkook
1 missed call from Yoongi- oppa
5 missed calls from Leader-unnie
The list goes on. I wonder how they managed to call so many times, at least until I see the date. It's been two full days since I was in that basement. Two full days. I must have been unconscious the whole time, no wonder there are so many notifications. I start with the group chat, scrolling through so many texts. They mostly consist of the same thing; get well soon, are you ok, call me when you can, I'm worried about you. As I read my head starts to swim, apparently I'm not quite ready to be sitting up. My vision is fuzzing at the edges, as gently as I can I begin to lower myself back down.
"Great you're awa- What are you doing sitting up?!"
An extremely brightly dressed woman barges into the room, a doctor nervously trailing behind her. I have no idea who she is. My eyes struggle to take her in, her hair is dyed a shocking red, bundled up chaotically, her clothing is a mess of colours and patterns. It looks like a craft store threw up on her. Nothing she wears matches in any way, but somehow it still works... sort of.
"Go Eunmi, good to see you're up. How are you feeling?" So apparently she knows who I am. She notices the look of confusion on my face and speaks again. "Right! I forget that we haven't actually met. I'm Dr Lee, I'm the psychologist in charge of abuse cases. I'm here to ask a you few questions if that's ok. Now first things first, how are you?" Her words tumble over one another as if they are racing with each other to escape her mouth first. It's a wonder that I can understand her.
She goes on to ask question after question, prying deeper every time. At first it's just easy things like how do you feel, are you in any pain? But it quickly gets harder. I try to answer her honestly, but I'm beginning to get uncomfortable. She seems to want to know exactly how I feel about my entire life, down to the last second. Stuff like and how did you feel about that or did that hurt you? It gets to the point where she is wanting answers to thing that even I don't know. It is a weird feeling, realizing there are things about yourself that you don't fully know.
"Okay, just one more. I get the feeling that this isn't the first time that whoever did this to you got physical, would you tell me about it?" Something about the way that she words it brings my mind to one particular incident, something that I would rather forget.
"I would prefer not to." She finally hit the personal boundaries that she has been stretching for the past hour. Recognising that the conversation is over she wishes me health and leaves.
The doctor hangs around for just a minute afterwards to fill me in on the details, but finally he leaves to. Thankful for the silence after an hour of interrogation I adjust my position and closed my eyes, if I had to stay in bed I may as well get some sleep. Truthfully I was exhausted. Unfortunately just as my thoughts start to drift away a loud ringing wakes me right up. Emerging from my warm cocoon, I grab my phone to see who has dared to wake me... It's Namjoon. Okay maybe not so bad after all. With a deep breath I answer.
"Hey, Oppa."
"Eunmi! How are you, I've been calling you since yesterday!" His deep voice is filled with concern, I feel bad for not calling earlier.
"I'm okay... pretty tired though."
"Make sure you get some rest, and . What are you doing now?"
"Just lying here. The crazy therapist just left, so now I'm not really doing anything."
"Crazy therapist? That sounds like a story."
"It gave me something to do at least. I've only been awake for a few hows but I'm already looking forward to getting out of here. Oh, well only six more days and then back to work."
"No." His voice suddenly becomes firm, drastically changing from the caring tones from before. I don't know why exactly but it annoys me.
"What do you mean no?" I hear my voice rising a little.
"I've been talking about this with Refract and the others. We think that it's time that this is taken to court."
"But..."
"He hurt you! You can't let this continue. He put your life in danger... we can't watch him do this to you, I can't watch it." The last part is a whisper, I almost miss it. My chest goes tight at the words.
"Namjoon... How would we go about it? I can't put the others in danger."
"Your testimony along with ours would be enough. But I've been talking to people there are others that he's targeted. Seven current idols from SARAN alone are willing to tell their stories too. And I haven't even spoken to the staff and producers yet, never mind the idols who used to work for him and have since left. And I've already discussed this with Hitman Bang, he says that BigHit will back you up."
".... Okay, I'll do it."
AUTHOR'S NOTE:
Okay so I had no Idea where this chapter was going when I started it but there you go. The crazy Psychologist just kinda happened and then I decided to roll with it.
What did you all think of the chapter??
This week's question is:
If you could have the perfect date what would it be?
For me it would take place in the middle of the night, completely unplanned. It would be somewhere where my (in-existent) S.O and I would be totally alone, somewhere that we could see the sky. Where ever it was we would take a pile of blankets and pillows and just sit together, in each other's arms.
Anyway see you next week!! Please comment and vote ;)
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