"Where am I?" I wake up in a unfamiliar bed and room. This isn't my bedroom. What happened?
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"Sir, your son has depression."
"WHAT? YOU MUST BE LYING TO ME." I hear my dad yell at the doctor. He's always been like this. We were very poor, and he still used all our money to buy him alcohol.
"I-I'm very sorry sir, but that's what the test says." I look down to my feet, not wanting to look up to my father. He was always very scary. He only beat me up, and spoiled my little brother.
"We're leaving. Yoongi, come with me." I follow my dad outside the doctor's office. We get into his car and he starts driving. "HOW DARE YOU HAVE DEPRESSION? YOU KNOW, ITS PROBABLY BECAUSE YOU WORRY MORE ABOUT YOUR STUPID MUSIC THAN YOUR HOMEWORK. UGH, YOU'RE SUCH A DISGRACE! I WISH ME AND YOUR MOTHER NEVER HAD YOU. EVEN YONHA ISN'T LIKE THIS. Why can't you be more like Yonha, huh? He's younger than you but is still more successful than you. You're such a stupid idiot!" My dad yells at me as he drinks his beer while driving. Hot tears stream down from my face.
"I-I'm sorry da-" CRASH. The car flips over, and falls down. All I remember after that is police sirens before I blacked out.
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Ah.. So that's what happened. Is my dad dead? Why am I just here? This doesn't look like a hospital room. Aigoo, where am I?
As I question where I am, I see a tall man with broad shoulders walk in the room in a Doctor outfit. "Hello. My name is Kim Seokjin. You'rere probably wondering where you are, which is why I am here. I'm going to be your 'personal assistant' for the time you're here. You father is in prison for drinking and driving. We're here to help you, don't worry." He explains to me. I finally have the enough courage to speak to the mysterious man.
"W-where am I? What is this place?" I ask him.
He chuckles at my question. "You're not in a hospital. Well, not in a regular one. You're in a mental hospital. You'll be staying here until you can finally be on your own. Please don't lie to us, all we're trying to do here is making sure you're happy." He says to me. I nod at him and he leaves me alone.
So that explains where I am. But why was I placed here, instead of a regular hospital?
I hear a knock on my door and it opens to my doctor.
The doctor that told my father that I had depression.
It's his fault.
It's his fault my father is dead. It's his fault my dad got into a car crash.
It's his fault.
It's all his fault.
It's his fault I'm here.
It's his fault of everything bad that has happened in the last 24 hours.
Because of those four words.
"Your son has depression."
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