I just want to kick the door down. Who the hell put such a long code on the front door.
"God damn It Minho" I finally put the last number in and the door opens. I just crash myself inside the apartment. My anger traveling down to my leg that kicks the door closed in a second.
Why can't I control myself. I feel like slamming the TV of the floor and turning the kitchen table upside down and throwing the couch out of the damn window.
How can someone do this to a kid. A god damn kid who wasn't even sick. A nine years old innocent kid. Is it that fun to play with someone's life. To screw someone over just like that.
I don't even know how to calm down. Usually things don't upset me so much but this triggers more than just anger. I can feel pain building up in my throat.
They look so similar now when all the memories run through my head. Both misunderstood, being hidden under the mask of other people's judgments that they made for them, not able to say anything.
A psychopath?? Psychopath my ass.
I crash myself on my bed, my eyes landing on the teddy bear next to the pillow.
The tears slowly start to build up in my eyes. I could have changed something. Only if I saw through her smile. Only if I was able to see the hurt in her eyes.
I was so focused on myself that I ignored her completely. Only if I turned over my shoulder to look at her again, maybe, just maybe I would see her pain. Maybe I could have changed something.
I was the only one she had. Why didn't I do anything. Why did I keep passing her in the hallways. Why did I only crack jokes around her and never did anything useful.
I could have changed something. I could have done something. I could have listened to her hurt.
The guilt washes over me triggering even more emotions. I held the teddy bear in my palms. The 'I love you kiddo' seems heavier than ever before.
If I had one chance to just go back at that one day. I could change everything. I would just let her cry on my shoulder. I would have never left if I knew that would be the last time I would get to see her smile.
I gently pres the the red heart in the teddy bears plashy hands.
"Hii kiddo!! I- I wish you a happ- happy birthday!! You are eight- eighteen now. And I hope you are- are happy. I am sorry If I ga- gave you a hard time. I'll be quieter from now- now on. Make sure to- to eat well. Don't skip your meals. Slee- sleep well and take care of- of yourself. Don't be to hard on- on yourself and just be happy o-ok?? Thank you fo- for you beeing the b- big sister ma- many times and thank you fo- for taking care o- of me. I'll be with you n-no matter where- where you end up ok?? I love you. I rea- really do."
My quiet sobs started to fill the room as the message cams to it's end. Damn my mood swings are incredible.
I just cry it all out. It hasn't happen in a while. I haven't heard her beautiful exciting voice in a while. Remembering her beautiful smile and her long dark brown hair.
I want it all back. I want her back.
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I spend the next hour wrapped in my bed sheets. The warmth gives me comfort and the fresh washed smell calms my nerves down.
The moment I hear the front door open I jump up and quickly run to the bathroom to wash my face a bit before facing him.
I looked at the mirror and smiled at myself. I got this I shouldn't make him worry to much about me.
I get out and instantly see him with the file in his hand catching my attention.
He probably read the look on my face since he is quick to hand it to me.
I open it and inside there are three papers, each containing a report about one of the capsules.
I quickly run through it. I know these sedatives. How can they give this to him twice a day, no wonder he's like a madman.
"Sit" Minho points toward the couch. The tone in his voice is way to serious for me to question his request.
I sit down and he leans on one of the drawers in the livingroom.
"This guy's name is Han Jisung right??" I slowly nod my head, a bit confused of what he wants to tell me "Guess what. He's the son of Han Jipyong... the president" my eyes grow wide and my jaw drops to the floor when I hear that.
"You mean the president... set up his own son??" He looks down into the floor his eyes lost in thoughts "Looks like it"
A heavy silence covers the room. If he's the son of the president, this is way more serious than I thought. It makes sence thought.
It makes sence why the director gives him the drug and not a regular nurse. It's not just the fact that Han Jisung is acting like a madman but the director is involved himself.
"Why would he set up his own son thought??" I am interested in the same question. Why would he do it to his own son.
Minho get's up and walks back into the small hallway to grab his bag. He pulls out his gray laptop and places it on the desk in front of the couch.
Right after plugging in the charger he plops himself on the couch as well.
"Let's do some research on him" there are a thousand of articles literally swimming on the internet about the president.
But almost non include his son. Only boring politics and his empty promises.
Minho is scrolling down one more article only to find nothing. Almost like this guy never had a son. But than again how did Minho know he is his son.
"How did you find out about it?? The father son thing I mean" he tires his gaze and looks at me "Seungmin told me. When I showed him the file you took a picture of, he told I'm crazy for getting myself involved into this"
He returns back to the screen and types a new searching title.
"9 years old kid attempt to harm his guardian"
And surprisingly there are a few results untill i notice a familiar face.
"This one" I point toward the picture "That looks like him" Minho opens the website and there is a short article from around.. 12 years ago!!
"A boy was reported by his own father for attempted murder. The father claimed his son has been showing sings of mental illness. After the incident that wasn't precisely explained the father decided it's best if his son takes treatment in a mental hospital" Minho reads it out loud but it is way to odd.
"What the fuck that's everything they wrote" He scrolls down to where the pictures are. Two pictures of him are loaded on the website, first one a casual photo of him playing at home and another school picture.
"This is fishy.... If the president purposely did this to his own kid then he has been covering it up for years. There is no use in reporting the sedatives because everything will be cover up in less than a day. And now we at least know why the director is so interested in his special patient. He is probably involved"
He tires his gaze from the screen and looks up at me. "We can't do much" I am still trying to process the whole thing but he simply had to shoot me with that fact.
"We can't ignore it" I am ready to argue not knowing how exactly he will respond to this.
"I agree" he leans back on the couch and for the first time in a while I can see he is deep in thoughts.
As a quiet silence takes over again my brain starts to connect the craziest thoughts that have ever shoot over my head. If the police can't help, Han Jisung can.
"Let's get him to witness for himself" His head raises up in a second "By getting him off the drugs and back in shape" He continues and slowly stands up "If we get him back to normal everyone will see nothing it wrong with him." I also stand up only to finish his sentence.
"Let's say we get him out of the hospital. We will need a place to hide him. A plan to stop his addiction. Food and supplies since we won't be able to go out much. And we will be literal kidnappers." He raises his head and of course I notice the insecure look he has written all over his face.
"If this works everything will turn out right. He will be able to witness against his father and me and you wont turn out as actual criminals" I try my best to notice a change in his eyes but he is still reconsidering the whole thing. I mean who wouldn't.
"Minho I can't ignore this. The moment you told me about those sedative I felt like crashing the whole hospital down. Han Jisung has been thrown into that hospital like a rat. It's not even his mental health to blame, nobody has ever tried to even look at his file. And if I ignore this I swear to god I'll dream of him asking me for help for the rest of my life." I look back at the laptop screen at the boy playing on the floor "He also reminds me of her in many ways. I have nothing to lose here, I already lost the best part."
I know he has his life, I know he has things to worry about, I can't let his life plop."You shouldn't get involved, you have a life to live and-"
"Aii shut up already you talk to much. Stop saying you have nothing to lose, you'll lose your freedom and your comfortable bed. And if you screw it up I'll be screwed up too. I helped you with the sedative test and think about Seungmin he'll be in trouble as well. That guy will murder me if we end up in the same prison." He almost starts yelling at me. Here he goes being all 'we are together in this' and I don't mind it to be honest. I can never pull it off without him, that's the simple truth.
"I don't have much to lose anyway. Only my freedom.. and my worm bed.. and my parents will probably murder me after I get out of jail. AND I'm not gonna even finish college. I'll never get a job and die on the streets... That's not too much." He playfully waves his hand into the air and kinda lifted the mood up.
"And don't forget she was like a sister to me too. I can't ignore this neither. So let's not screw up." I missed those determined eyes of his, they are glowing like the moon. Beautiful!!
I nod and get to work. I push the laptop aside and put a sketch book on the table. My drawing isn't the best, but I think it is clear enough for him to understand where was Han Jisung's room, and where was the front door of the hospital.
"If we are going to seriously do this, we need a perfect plan. Everything needs to be on point, from getting him out of the hospital to how to get him to witness." He nods a few times before continuing my thoughts.
"Getting out while it's day time will be practically impossible. We need to do it at night"
"There is a big chance-. Actually we are definitely gonna end up on the news after he goes missing, so we shouldn't show our faces outside to much after we kidnap him" I say
"We don't have to be reviled thought. At least not both of us. It's not like I'll be able to get inside the hospital at night so you'll be the only one caught on the CCTVs" He has a point this way it will be easier for us. He can bring us food to wherever we are going to stay.
"We can't hide him to far or to close to the city. Do you have a place in mind??" I don't even know all the streets in the city so I am not getting involved into locating the place we are staying at.
He looks blankly in front of himself and locks his mind on only that thought. All of a student his eyes lit up and he smacks my right thigh.
"Auchh. I assume you remembered a place" He turns to me full of pride for himself.
"it's perfect"
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