My Therapist (Lee Felix ff)

Mental Hospital

It was a quarter past 1 in the morning.....my eyes were heavy but for some reason my body was awake. I longed to meet my family....my brother, especially. You see, my name is Eunji and I was diagnosed by an illness which caused me to become paranoid and experience countless illusions... it's called 'schizophrenia'. And because of this illness, my parents had me sent to this hospital which takes care of people like me. It's kind of like a boarding school where we have to take therapies and such. 

I have been here for almost a year.....too afraid to leave my room. I haven't seen the sun or the moon, haven't felt fresh air or smelled flowers. 

I have been trying to escape this place ever since...to see my little brother, Jeongin but there was a lot of security over there and they have caught me every single time. I even tried asking the doctors the reason why I have this disease and why don't I see to notice it? but they have never answered my questions and have always dragged me from one kind of therapist to the other. Unfortunately, from their results I am still the same as before, nothing has improved. 

I looked over at my clock and saw that it was 7 am.....it was already morning. I got up from my bed....and when I saw through the window, an old man was walking across the street...when suddenly, a car sped by and ran over him. I screamed, I shouted, I yelled...so that someone would go save him...and just then, the nurses entered my room and asked me what happened to which I started crying. 

They came over to me and I managed to blurt out between my sobs," T-there....was...uhmm...an-an...old man.....who...who....got run over-by-by...a...car".

They asked where and when I pointed out the window there was.... nothing. All I could see was the black covering on the window.

"Oh....no! We will have to talk with the chief. Your hallucinations are getting worse day by day. We will find a proper therapist for you, sweetie...we will fix you", one of the nurses assured me.

Days turned into weeks, weeks turned into months. I was being dragged from one therapist to the other. Each failing their task. To heal me. 

And every single night, I would be given sleeping pills after dinner. But even they would fail me. The old man's accident haunted me every night for around 3 months. I would wake up, with beads of sweat dripping onto my temples and tears filled in my eyes. The nurses would come, with their sympathetic faces to calm me down so that I would fall asleep again.

It worked sometimes...but when it didn't, I freaked out and spent my day sitting near the window which had the black covering...trying to see if the old man was there or not. If he was alright or not.

Sorry..for such short chapters.I hope you like this fanfiction!!