ah. being insane was so tiring. you prayed day in and day out that maybe just maybe you’d recover. but no. never. ever.

NEVER. NEVER. EVER. EVER.

was all you ever heard in your head. you sat there on the plush floor of your ‘room’. plain white. it made you go even more insane as the days passed.

the only thing that kept you going was the people in the facility who fed you and stuffed you to the brim with drugs and other substances to keep you alive. they always kept you in this dumb straitjacket that limited your arm movements. bitches.

LET ME OUT. LET ME OUT.

you rocked back and forth.. back and forth.. mumbling the same words over and over again like a spell..

the door on the other side of the glass opened.. your doctor walked in.. yang jungwon.

“hello, y/n.” he said bluntly as he sat down in the desk infront of the glass. pulling out his clipboard.