Silent Whispers

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lisa ;
i asked them when i can get discharged.
they tell me, not until i can 'block out the suicidal thoughts'.
what makes them think that if they can stop me today, i'll never do it again tomorrow?
— jungkook

it's my first therapy session.

i sit in a completely white room in nothing but my pyjamas. the cold air blasting from the air-conditioner stabs at my skin but i don't complain.

i feel like a prisoner.

the doctor sits across from me with a clipboard and notebook. he smiles. is that meant to be encouraging?

"first of all, um, junkook." he pronounces my name too sharply and it comes out all wrong.

"it's jungkook." i hiss under my breath. i remember all the times lisa called it, how she made it sound like the sweetest thing in the world.

i grit my teeth.

"all right — junkook." for a man who's paid to act like he cares, he sure doesn't. "here's the thing. i understand you're grudging about this whole therapy thing, but it's good for you. it'll help you get better."

"i'm not sick," i snap.

he looks at me. his expression is full of barely concealed pity.