Dr. Kim walks through the institution with a pep in his step. Today was Wednesday, the days he usually met Jisung in the library.
It has been almost two months since Jisung was taken off of his patient list. He knew Jisung was taking it hard but Dr. Kim knew his new therapist would take care of him.
He stops the door, noticing the blinds were pulled and the door slightly cracked. He slowly pushes the door open, finding one of the guards laying right inside the door.
He quickly steps in and bends down, turning the guard over. There was a wound in the middle of his chest, oozing blood. The doctor's eyes widen in shock as his heart sinks in fear.
He quickly gets up, pushing himself against the wall. This isn't happening. It can't be.
"Jisung, are you in here?" His voice comes out shaky. There wasn't an answer. Slowly, he begins tip toeing towards the center of the library, peering around the corner to see Jisung stand there in shock.
He looks around the room. There was another guard and two nurses laying in the ground, the crimson color staining their white scrubs.
"Jisung," Dr. Kim says calmly, stepping out from behind the corner. Jisung's gaze whips to the doctor and he can tell that it isn't Jisung. He slowly inches closer.
"Jisung, it doesn't have to be like this," he says.
"Stop right there," Jisung yells, turning the knife on Dr. Kim. The older wasn't scared for himself though, he was scared for Jisung.
"Jisung, it's me Dr. Kim, your friend."
"You aren't my friend! I don't have friends!"
"Jisung, everything will be okay, just give me the knife."
"No!" Jisung clutches the knife harder and his knuckles begin to go white. Silence settles between them. Jisung stares at the ground while the doctor has his eyes trained on him.
"I never wanted my life to be like this. I thought I would be a professional dancer. I thought I'd travel the world and make countless happy memories.
Everything is ruined. I can't even leave this hell hole. It's not worth it anymore. My life is ruined. I'm broken and I can't be fixed," Jisung says, a tear falls down his cheek.
"Jisung, we can fix it. We can work together and we can make it better," Dr. Kim says in his usual calm tone.
"No, nothing can fix this. I've always been fucked up and I always will, no bachelors degree can fix that," Jisung says, looking up at the doctor.
"I'm sorry Dr. Kim." Jisung turns the knife back on himself and thrusts it in his stomach harshly. Dr. Kim runs over to the boy, falling onto his knees next to him.
Tears fall from his eyes as he scoops up the child, cradling him. Jisung stares Dr. Kim as blood begins falling from the corners of him mouth.
Dr. Kim wipes it away with his thumb. The sticky red substance had run onto his white coat, staining it.
"I'm sorry Jisung. I'm sorry I failed you. You didn't deserve this. It shouldn't have been you," the doctor muttered out through tears, repeating the phrase 'I'm sorry.'
He holds Jisung's body even closer to him, knowing he was already gone. He didn't care about the blood or the other nurses that had now entered. They take Jisung away too quickly but he knew they had too.
Dr. Kim found a folded piece of paper sitting on the table next to him. I grabbed it with bloody fingers and opened it slowly. It was written by Jisung.
'I'm just as crazy as everyone thought I was.'
Nobody knew how Doyoung's heart broke that day. Nobody knew how deeply he cared for this patient. He was seventeen, he had such a life ahead of him. All he wanted was for Jisung to be happy but nobody saw that. Jisung was just a villain and Dr. Kim was the hero, thinking he could change the boy's twisted thinking.
