⸸Patient Kim⸸

⸸ 9 ⸸

My eyes targeted her face, immediately. I couldn't believe what I was hearing at first, so I needed her to repeat it again.

"Say it." She stared at me with confusion matching the look on her face.
But I asked again and again, and even got to a point of threatening her if she was lying to me. That's how desperate I was, to find someone normal in this insanitarium.

"I know what you've been through. I know what they do to everyone in this hospital." She whispered, ever so quietly, so no one would suspect of our communication. If they found out that this woman wasn't a part of their messed up society, and was helping patients instead of bringing torture upon them, then we would both run the chance of getting killed.

I, being one of her culprits, would be the first one executed by those monsters.

| Third Person's POV: |

He who speaks of the word 'death' with such precaution, in order to not summon up the satanic cult that resides within the mental hospital.

He who once used to cherish his life as a child, and used to avoid watching scary movies because it terrified him to think that killers or monsters would hunt him down, late at night while he was asleep.

He who lived a healthy life and spoke about his passions, is now the complete opposite of what he was once.

Seokjin went from fearing death, loving life, and living it to the fullest, to now hating life, and wishing nothing more than to die.

Seeing his body was now missing a part of him that he couldn't function without, he thought of various ways to commit suicide to end with his suffering.

His first attempt was going to be him biting his tongue until he would bleed to death, or to suffocate himself with a pillow. And just when he was about to do so, a nurse got in his way, and unknowingly, saved him from ending his own life.

------------NOW-------------

Now, the nurse was telling Seokjin a part of her story, and how she pretended to work here, just to rescue patients who have been held captive in here like prisoners.

"You see... My father used to be a patient here at this very hospital. He suffered from a mental disorder called 'Cotard Delusion' in which he used to believe that he was a zombie. At home, he wouldn't eat, drink, or sleep. And... Well, he used to be somewhat normal.
But ever since they transferred him to this hospital, he became a completely different person." She whispered, while Seokjin's gazed at her, growing intrigued by the woman's story.

"I left him here, in hopes of seeing any progress in him. But instead of subsiding, his mental disorder worsened by the day."

"How so?" Seokjin interrupted, wanting to know what had happened to the nurse's father, with every little detail.

"I would visit him, the first few days that he was in a regular, descent looking room within this place. The rooms appeared to be very clean, and almost spotless. Completely normal, I found nothing strange about them. But my father, on the other hand, he did." Seokjin nodded.

"Every time I would see him, he would tell me something new about his room.

"The walls smell strange,"