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My fault - 6

Jamey dropped me back off at my room, I was grateful. The nurse came by and gave me my pills, telling me i'd have to change back in the pj's tomorrow for my examination. Until then i'll eat dinner in the cafeteria, also Jimin was waiting for me in his room. So I changed. Most of my sleep type outfits at the apartment, were things inappropriate so I couldn't wear them here, which is why Jamey didn't bring them. He said he would take me out next week to get more things that are mine from the apartment and put them into the storage unit. So I put on some pants and a black t-shirt. I took off my choker and the jewelry on my ears, though I kept my lip rings in.

I took this chance as I look at the clock, before leaving. It was only 4pm. Yet I knew the talk I was about to have with Jimin was going to be a long one. I didn't have to knock on his door, because he had it opened. It was like he was expecting me, because he didn't look up from his bed that he sat on. There was a chair at the end of his bed, facing towards it.

"Close the door and sit down please." he spoke shortly and quietly.

I did as he told me without complaint. I guess that's one thing i'm good at huh? Obeying and not complaining. Well that would be two then wouldn't it. In any case I obeyed, I sat down in the chair looking at him, my face expressionless. Yet, when he looked at me finally. Tears running down his face, anger in his eyes, it reminded me of something I hold so dear to my heart. It scared me, scared me to the core. It was the last look my father gave me before he changed completely.

"So James, why would you lie?" he started out.

I had no answer to him, in all the years I've been through, I knew not to answer unless I wanted to face the consequences.

"JAMES TELL ME ALREADY! WHY DID YOU LIE TO ME!"

I kept watching that angry expression, the flashbacks of home and the apartment appeared and in place of Jimin's face appeared Sir's and Fathers with every word Jimin said. I opened my mouth, yet nothing would come out.

"Why would you lie. I just don't understand." Jimin started crying again.

"I didn't lie." I finally spoke up, he looked at me.

"I didn't lie fully, my name is James, but when I get out of here it'll be Ace." I say, looking at my hands just to look back up at Jimin.

He looks even madder.

"YOU STILL LIED! I WANT TO KNOW WHY?!" I watched as Jimin raised his left hand.

In that moment, even though I know Jimin would never hurt me. In that moment the only face I saw was Sir's and it sent me into a panic. I ducked my head, raising my hands up to defend myself. The hit I was expecting never came, when I looked up the hand was still raised yet Jimin just stared at me wide eyed. I lowered my hands, sitting up and leaning back in the chair. I stared at Jimin dully.

"I'll say the same thing to you as I did to your friend, you shouldn't ask someone you just met so many personal questions. Like i'd tell you." I say, emotion lost in my voice.

In that moment I see the clip board on the bottom side of Jimin's bed, I act as if i'm just looking at the floor, instead I read the board. It gives me a lot of info on Jimin, like his name, and his age, and what is wrong with him. Unlike my clip board which doesn't say much about my situation, Jimin's tells a whole lot.

'Patient has severe depression, suicide attempts, starvation, and mental issues. Admitted by friends. No sharp objects, no tight objects, nothing where patient will be able to harm self.'

This part of the board interested me the most. It just didn't seem to fit Jimin at all, yet, if you'd see what happened in my past, it doesn't seem like it'd fit me either.

"I wasn't asking you your story, I was just asking for an explanation." he told me quietly, setting his hand in his lap where his other laid.

"Since I was five, I've been called many things but James. Being called James was such a long time ago, no one calls me that anymore. So when I got taken out of the situation I was in and came here, I wanted to be called something else. Make a new me, leave the past behind. That is why I told you to call me Ace." I tell him.

"How did you get the name James?" he asks, i'm reluctant to tell him.

"My mother was American, my father was Korean. My mom got to pick my name." I tell him.

"So you don't speak English? That guy you were with earlier, he is American." Jimin spoke to me.

"I can speak some English, only simple words. I grew up in Korea, so I don't know much English. As for Jamey? He grew up in America, and is fluent in both languages. But that's also because he had people to teach him both. He's also half American half Korean." I tell him.

Jimin thinks for a few minutes, as do I. I wonder all about what I read on his information board, while it didn't fit Jimin I could understand some of the things he did fit the description. Oh look at that, i'm a little detective. I surprisingly was the first to speak.

"You shouldn't be stuck in a place like this, you should be home, with your friends, with your family. This is a place for the ill, you shouldn't be here." I speak as if I know more, which I do not.

I look up to Jimin, his eyes show disbelief. He hangs his mouth open for a mere few moments, I shocked him with my words. His tears stop for a few moments, before they slide down his cheeks slowly. He looks down, closing his eyes, and swallowing harshly. He then looks back up to me as a tear falls from his eye. The look reminds me of my mothers.

"What do you know? You don't know my story, I don't know yours. I would suggest you stop acting like you do." He stops.

I know he's not finished, I keep my mouth shut as to not get into trouble. My past trying to bubble to the surface.

"I know next to nothing about you, yet you seem to know a lot about me. I don't know how that's possible because you seem to not know much about the rest of the world."

I interrupt him, unable to hold back anymore. He's crossed the line now.

"You are right you know nothing about me. But I know nothing about you either. Over my 16 years of being in a terrible situation I've picked up on a few things. I'm surprised you've gotten this far because I haven't had much human interaction since I was 5. So be grateful for this now. I doubt anyone has been as nice as I have to you in a while. Your friend, yeah, he doesn't like me much. Maybe that's for the best. I suggest you do what he's doing and leave me alone."

I stand, the force shoving the chair back a little. It scares him and it scares me. Yet I still walk out the door and head to my room. A loss of appetite in me, immediately I fall asleep. Nightmares of Sir and Father flood my head. I realize, in those moments with Jimin, I turned into the monsters that raised me.