Borderpolar|Yoonmin321|

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TRIGGER WARNING: MENTIONS OF SUICIDE AND SUCH TOPICS. ALSO, THEIR AGES WILL BE BROUGHT DOWN FOR STORY PURPOSES.
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JIMIN'S POV

"What's your name?"

"Park Jimin."

"Age?"

"18."

"Are you having suicidal thoughts or intentions?" A nurse asked me as I fiddled with my fingers, looking down , not at her gaze. It took me a while to answer honestly but finally I did.

"Just a bit. Off and on." I said, it's hard to admit such things especially when the intentions weren't that strong but they were definitely there. It was also really hard to explain.

"Do you have any plans to commit suicide or have you tried already?" She had asked me and another wave of silence passed.

All I did was shrug my shoulders, "Maybe, I mean I take some medicine that I could overdose on any second..." should I have said that? I don't know.

After the nurse asked me more questions, quiet sensitive questions, she brought me to a waiting room and left me there.

After some waiting, finally another thing happened. A different lady came out of an office and asked me to follow her to her office which I did.

"Fill this out." A lady dressed in all white handed me a sheet of paper attached to a board. She handed me a pen and then continued typing on her computer. Turning on my heel, I walked over to a seat and sat down, a sigh escaping my lips.

Tousling my black hair, I filled out the first part of the paper; name, birth date, age, sex; the easy things. The other half wasn't as easy.

Why are you here? Was the first question. I honestly don't know myself why I'm back here again. Maybe because of my problems? Or my parents problems?

A lot of the questions were repeating what was asked earlier, too.

Ignoring the question, I filled out the rest with one word answers. Signing my name at the bottom, I pushed myself off the chair and walked back over to the lady who had been staring at me for what seemed to be the entire time.

She took the sheet back from me and scanned it over, her face contorting into many different emotions in just a couple seconds. Her lips curved into a tight-lipped smile as she set the board down and got up.

"I'll take you to your unit and your room." She said. Pushing a button by the door, the two main doors opened for me to walk through. Slowly, I walked through, once again messing with my hair.

Here we go again.

Yes, I had said again.

My second time at a psychiatric hospital. The last time, I was only fifteen and I was in the adolescent unit. But this time, I'll be around older people. It'd be different and it made me really nervous.

Finally, we reached a separate building from the main one and went into an elevator. I saw the lady press a button that read the number 2. I guess I was going to be on a unit on the second floor, that meant less out side time.

When we exited the elevator, we went to the left and entered a door that had a label that read 'Unit 8'. I had only been to the psychiatric hospital once before so I wasn't so sure what the unit numbers meant but I didn't want to ask. But I did so anyway.

"What exactly is Unit 8?" I asked the lady.

"One of the higher functioning units. People who are depressed and just need help with life. Suicidal people and anger issues pretty much but they know how to function." The lady explained.

I nodded, signifying that I understood. At least I knew I wasn't ending up in any less functioning places any time soon, right? The anger issues part scared me though, wouldn't that mean there would be fights and issues here?

"Mr. Park, come sit over at one of the chairs. We are going to finish your assessment and then I'll tell you your room." The lady smiled and went to go fetch some more papers.

I went over to sit at a chair near a door. Every other person seemed to be at a table or another chair. There weren't too many other patients here.

Eventually the lady came back and asked me more questions for the assessment, it was quite boring. I wanted my phone but I had said goodbye to it the moment I decided to come to the hospital.

After the assessment, the lady gave me my room number and smiled, "Luckily, your roommate is around your age." She chuckled, "That's not normal for someone around your age since your so young." The lady said as she was putting two wristbands on me.

I gave a small smile, "I see." I didn't really think anything of that until now.

One of the patients looked at me, "Woah, another young one came in today. That's different. Two young ones in one day." She laughed.

I glanced at her and tilted my head, she looked like she was in her fifties, "What do you mean?"

"A young man probably around your age came in earlier this morning. Usually people around your age gets sent to a different unit. You two are quiet cute, also." She said, "My name is Lee Myunghee."

Giving her a nod and a smile, I said, "Okay. My name is Park Jimin." I don't know why she added the cute comment. I took my bag of clothes that I had brought with me and went to my room.

Placing my bag in the cubby, I noticed another person on the bed against the wall. That must be my roommate. He looked like he was asleep, though.

I tried being quiet but that didn't work.

"You must be new." I heard him say, "My name is Min Yoongi. Why did you come in here? The hospital, I mean."

That was a weird way of introducing himself. But then again, I remember everyone was like that in the adolescent unit. The moment they saw you, they always wanted to know why you came.

I didn't know what to answer, so I gave him the first answer that popped up in my head.

"My mom is pregnant."

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THANK YOU FOR READING FOR THE FIRST CHAPTER AND I HOPE YOU WILL STICK AROUND FOR THE NEXT ONES, THIS IS MORE OF AN INTRO LOL , THERE OF COURSE WILL BE MORE SECRETS AND STUFF SHOWN
AND THANK YOU TO BlakAttitude FOR WRITING SOME OF THIS CHAPTER~