《See You In 1000 Years》|| K.TH ✔ Editing...

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I regained consciousness. What I had just experienced, which left like yesterday, was like a dream slipping away from my reach. As if I was a statue my fingers were impossible to move, harder than ever before. All I could do was tilt my head back and wait until the lights blind me as it was the only thing I could see.

Minutes after, I felt more free. I was less tense and calm and it was easier to move to an extent. A nurse walked into my room, which I presumed was to check vitals, her eyes met mine and opened wide as I blinked a few times to adjust myself from the lights. Almost as she was scared she ran out of the door and called for someone outside, and then came trotting along with everyone else who was behind someone in a white doctor's coat. It was probably someone of high importance I thought, just for me, which I found suspicious. What was it that was wrong with me?
The person clapped a few times and held up a few fingers, "How many am I holding up?" he questioned almost as a command.
My eyes flickered on and off until it focused like a camera ready to focus. I replied with three which was the right answer. He sighed loudly in relief and injected something into a tube beside me. He gestured to the others and walked along with them. Before the doors closed I heard one of the nurses whisper, "It really is a miracle, we can now even hand him to the-" and the door was shut.

Once I fell asleep, I woke up with a intrusive headache which made me squint my eyes against the figure which arrived inside the room I was in.
Once the pain had dissipated, my head fell back and I then asked, "Who are you?"
The masculine figure showed me a badge of some sort and continued with, "We've got some questions to ask you"
I told him to go ahead, worrying what will come into the flow. I still did not understand my situation and so I asked my own questions too. He raised an eyebrow and I would have liked to imagine he grasped the situation by then as he took a notepad out of his back pocket and started noting. Before the series of questions came within my grasp, I began to become more overwhelmed as I began to realise how series this must really be. How come the puzzle that was still in bits and pieces still doesn't fit? Wouldn't I remember them all by now I thought. Or have I truly forgotten them forever. I am lost in a maze-like world with only my name and age to remember.

"Why did you do it?" he stated, a bold statement it was. It made the words that I was ready to release suddenly vanish out of existence. When I tried to talk the words didn't come out the way I wanted it to.
"I don't know. I don't remember anything"
It was arguably the truth. I felt guilty whilst saying it. The feeling of forgetting something important was choking and you could see it whilst I said it. I didn't know what I did to be held in a position such as this.
It wasn't obvious but I guessed he was understanding and would let me go. I wasn't sure what I was doing or what was happening.

He finished noting and leaned forward, holding on to the bedside.
"I guess you don't remember the fear that was in the eyes of the victim that you killed"
I was now held in the tight grip of guilt and displeasure. My heart was pumping fast and was getting too big for me to hold in. My eyes widened and unsteadily wavered down to the badge the man was wearing. It read "Seoul Metropolitan police" and beside it "Park Jimin".