A/n: the beginning part is a memory Minji has. Something I thought I should inform you before you read ^^
You remember that memory clear as day. Seeing him, the one who you thought was the love of your life, naked in a bed...with another girl.
"Minnie, it's not what you think!" you remember him yelling, as you stashed your clothes and belongings in your suitcase.
"Daddy~ I want you!" You ran out of the house. He sighed, choosing his bitch instead of you, his girlfriend. "If my babygirl wants it, I'll give it to her."
He never tried to run after you. He just stayed there, "playing" with his whore. You didn't even bother closing the door behind you.
You remember chuckling as the rain started to pour over your head, reciting the words: "fuck you, Jung Hoseok."
Days past since that moment, deleted pictures of you and Hoseok as you balled your eyes out. You never felt this worthless in your entire life. The pain stabbing deep inside of you, making you go insane.
"A walk would help me clear my mind." Bad choice.
Memories, events, cherishable moments with Hoseok flooded your mind. Speaking of floods...there was a bridge, flowing with deep, blue water. "Oh, how nice it would be to dive into, and drown in."
Moving towards the brown wood bridge, you climbed on the edge, sitting at the edge. Looking down at the clear water as you dangled your feet. Even though it was late at night, you can still see the small details of the river. "I might as well enjoy my last moments on earth."
A small, bitter smile appeared on your face. Removing your shoes, you took in a large breath.
Before you knew it, you were sinking in the water. The oxygen in your body running out. It was until the time, you were surrounded but utter darkness.
You sat there, in front of the t.v as the "phycologists" fed patients their medicine. The drugs never did anything. All they did was keep them quiet, making peoples' job easier. It has been 2 years since you jumped off the bridge. Two years since a man saw you in the river, calling 911. Two years since you've been trapped in this mental asylum.
You were 21 now. "I'm able to drink now," you thought, looking outside in the tiny window carved inside your room.
That was when a new idea was hatched.
→time skip
"Lights out everyone. Go to sleep." The people groaned as the guards rudely shoved them back in their rooms.
"You too, Minji," they said as they pushed you inside. Taking the chance, you swiftly snatching the keys that were idiotically dangling from the belt, insecure. "Stupid," you thought, "We might be "mental," but that doesn't mean we're complete fools."
"Now, time to get out of this hell hole."
Waiting til the hallway was all dark, you unlocked the lock as quietly as you can. Then you soon dashed out the door, forgetting about the guards.
The door made a loud sound, alarming the two nearby guards that someone left the building.
"The hell was that?" one guard asked.
"I don't fucking know! Go look at the security cameras," the other asked.
"Fuck, a mental escaped," the first guard said, alarming the other.
"Call the rest of the guards."
Loud noises were heard as you ran to the closest building. Passing by a strip clip, you heard loud music.
"Perfect."
You quickly walked into the building, noticing a woman wearing revealing clothing, which you assumed was a stripper, walking into a room with a man. If you must admit, he was hot.
Staring at him longer than you should, the security came up to you.
"Ma'am, where is your license?" You confusingly looked at the security. "My what?"
"Proof that you're 21 or older."
"I...I am older than 21," you stated. "Well, where's your proof?"
You stayed quiet, not knowing how to deal with this situation at the moment. "I'm sorry, but I need you to leave."
"WAIT!" you exclaimed, "Please let me stay here for a while!"
"I'm sorry, but I can't do that," he sighed, pushing you out the door, slamming the door before you can re-enter it.
"Well, fuck"
"There she is!"
You looked back, noticing a swarm of guards coming you're way. Turning as quickly as possible, you ran. Ran as fast as you can. Cutting through a corner, a run through an alleyway. Too busy running past the graffiti-covered walls, you didn't acknowledge where you were heading to. You found yourself face to face to a dead end.
The guards caught up, pointed their ammo filled guns at you, pulling the trigger, almost about to shoot.
"Well, at least I'll die this time," you told yourself, as you closed your eyes.
However, you didn't feel the bullets punch through your weak body. Slightly opening your eyes, you saw a guard, collapsing to the ground as blood rushed our his body. One by one, each guard dropped dead, until all 15 men were dead.
"I-" you stuttered. Then stranger grabbed your wrist. "Come with me."
You harshly removed your wrist from his grip, suspiciously looking at him. "Where do you think you are taking me."
"I'm taking you to shelter." You scoffed, "I don't need your help. I'm perfectly fine myself."
"When you clearly needed me just then."
"Shut the hell up. That was a one-time thing! Now leave me the fuck alone, bitch," you scowled. You didn't care about how you were speaking to the person who just saved your life.
"Have fun suffering without any help then."
There he left, leaving you standing in the bodies of dead people. Chuckling, you thought, "Maybe it's time to get away from here."
Stepping around the bodies, you found a parking lot with only a few cars. Lucky for you, nobody was around. You decided to "borrow" a car. Grabbing a stone from the ground and throwing it to the windows. The window shattered as the car began to create loud noises. You reached in the window and grabbed the handle, opening the door.
You stepped inside as you noticed a spare car key in the compartment. You turned on the car, and quickly drove away.
That light purple haired boy kept appearing in your mind. Too much.
There was a red light, but all you could think about was him. Before you snapped out of your trace, there was a girl in front of your car.
Her shocked expression as you almost crashed into her.
However, you noticed a very familiar face
"Jung. Hoseok."
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𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖑𝖊𝖘𝖘 ; m.y
Mystery / Thrillerwit·less [ˈwitlis] ADJECTIVE foolish; stupid contains ; adult language, kinks, mature content