⸸Patient Kim⸸

⸸ 28 ⸸

Seokjin's POV:

My life revolved around this hospital, the choices I made remained a simple opinion but never an option, for I was to never talk back or speak at all.

One day, they stopped listening to me and found a way to take my voice away, so I was no longer allowed the freedom of speech. And how they did this was by placing a large, heavy mask over my mouth, much heavier than any mask that I had ever been forced to wear.

It looked used, as there was a peculiar odor emitting from the inside of it that was so foul and dreadful, it annihilated all that was once precious to me, such as: The alluring scent of blood that is intoxicating to some, but most devine to me and my addiction to it.

The sight of such crimson, murky liquid could encourage any to faint onto the floor, or cause a disturbance to the eyes of those who look at it with horror or disgust. To me, that contaminated, oftentimes chunky or horrid looking substance is most appealing.

So rich in taste as it rests on my tongue, melting away while it acts like an escape to my crucial nightmarish reality that I shall never awaken from. How I wished it were all a simple dream, or a nightmare that would leave me temporarily triggered, but never as traumatized as I am now, living each day with a new wound and old ones that oftentimes bleed when the workers treat me like the animal they turned me into.

Never once handling me with a gentle touch, but with a heavy hand and a blackened heart. One far darker than the demons I carry within my head. So darkened, they appear somewhat dead.

The gaze of their orbs penetrate my most sacred and once-secretive soul, that they stained with more greed and corruption than the words that possessed me with these demonic powers.

My words have never made it out into broad daylight, but if I had the chance to speak of how much I've had to endure, perhaps my wounds could somewhat heal faster than when I mend them in the darkness... All alone.

I can hear as the rain pours outside right this second, but turn my head over to see nothing but a bare wall, and the four padded spaces that keep me from slamming myself against them hard enough to potentially dislocate my neck out of place.

If I had the chance to part ways from this misery, then I would have done it already... But it seems as though destiny has other plans for me, since I haven't died nor felt alive in a very long time.

"If life is so difficult to live... Why keep me alive? What truly is my purpose in being here, other than being an engineered product of the experiments that these scientists have created."

My thoughts were the last thing I heard and even responded to as though there were another voice within me beside my own. It acted as a distraction for me that entire, disruptive evening until the following morning.

I wonder what awaits me today.

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