It's dark outside and my eyelids feel heavy from all the crying.
Now, I sit on the chair beside dad. Jungkook had left along with Taehyung earlier. He had bugged me to come along but I was adamant that I wouldn't leave until tomorrow morning.
I stare at dad as he stares at the blank white walls.
A knock on the door disrupts our thought as we turn in unison to face the door.
"Come in!" Dad says.
A police officer enters. I was stunned. Why was he here?
"Sir, you need to sign some papers, can we talk in private,"he says as he looks at me.
"I'm not leaving," I say politely.
"Jennie...," dad eyes me.
"No, dad I'm not leaving," I say being adamant.
"I'm sorry sir, this is my daughter. You can ask me anything here," dad smiles.
"Okay sir, so as you have asked us not to file a case we will need you to give a statement accepting that it wasn't her fault and you will have to accept that it was a suicide attempt," he says with a straight face.
What? Aren't they filling a case? And he is accepting this as an attempt on committing suicide? How the fuck was that true?
"Yes please, where should I sign?"
What? Dad is agreeing with him? What's going on?
I watch them, confused.
The officer pulls out some papers from his file and hands it along with a pen to my dad.
My dad doesn't say anything and simply signs it. This make me furious.
"Dad?b-but that is-"
"Shhh..you won't understand," he doesn't allow me to complete.
"Yes, I don't,"I raise my voice.
"Jennie, calm down," he says.
"No, this is wrong!"the officer now stares at me blankly.
"I'm done!" I shout before getting off the chair. I slam the door before getting out of the room. My mom was still seated on the chair and I try to give her a chance, one last chance.
"Mom,Why did you do it?" I shout and the patients beside glare at me. I bow and apologize.
"Why?" I ask again.
"Jennie," her eyes are filled with tears, "I'm sorry, I-I did it by mistake," she stutters.
"That's a mistake?" What kind of a fucking reason was that? Mistake?
That's it. This was the last time I will be talking properly to her. This was the last time I will be calling her 'Mom'.
"N-no,"she tries to deny.
That's it. I don't listen to her. I leave.
I walk with fast steps and soon it changes into running. I run. The rain starts pouring but I don't stop.
Where do I go? Home?
I walk around for about ten minutes, drenched in rain. I don't know where to go and so I head back to the hospital. She was still sitting in the same place. I don't spare her a glance. I simply walk back into the room. My dad is lying asleep on the bed and I sit back on the chair.
My eyes feel heavy, though my clothes are drenched, I don't feel anything. I lean my head on the bed as I put myself to sleep.
That night I dream of blazing flames, bright and red. Red like the crimson sky and pink, cotton candy like clouds.
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Crimson Sky| Taennie
أدب الهواة"Ah yes?" "You don't like this time of the day right?" He asks. "No," I look away. He knew it? "Don't lie, you always spent the evenings locked up inside your room," he mutters. "Okay I don't like it," I say. "Why?" He asks. Shouldn't he know tha...
