You'll have to keep him on the medication through his teen years to help his brain development.
The child will need to endure multiple sessions if we want to rid his sickness.
It appears that the boy's brain is corrupted. I don't think there's anything we can do beyond this point.
He cant be fixed.
He's too broken.
Broken.
"Min Yoongi?"
I heard a woman call my name. She's small. Smaller than me. Like GiGi used to be. I didn't respond. I've learned that there is no point in speaking when nobody listens.
Broken.
They've always told me the same things. They've always given me new medications, new therapists, new doctors. I am a danger to others. I am a danger to myself. If I were such a danger, than why am I breathing? Why do they feel the need to keep me on this earth if all I'm doing is destroying it in their eyes? Wouldn't it be easier to finish what they've already done to me? To engage in the small amount of force it would take to break me for good?
I follow the petite, black haired woman into a smaller, pale colored room. She motions for me to sit on the old tan sofa with kitten pillows. I like the kitten pillows.
"I'll return with your specialist in a few moments. For now, just stay seated here, and don't touch anything." she said this with a cold face. Did she think I was going to leave? The only place I have is there. I don't want to be there. Not that I want to be here either.
I look around the small room. The floors are a fluffy creme colored carpet, it was very clean. There is a baby blue ottoman, decorated with buttons in between the couch and a plush chair. It reminded me of honey. I sighed and lazily flipped my head to the side, resting my cheek in the back if the couch. I reached over for the kitten pillow and set it in my lap.
Hm.
I heard footsteps coming toward the room, so I carefully set the pillow back where it was. Grazing my hand over the center, before I lowered my gaze to the bottom of the ottoman. When the door opened, I returned my hands to my lap.
"Ah. Mr. Min, yes?" the pretty man asked me. I didn't respond, only lifting my gaze to rest at the top of his head, not looking him in the eyes. He sighed and walked over to sit in the honey colored chair placed in front of me.
"Jung Hoseok." he smiled, softly reaching his hand out to me. His hands are small. I looked at his it briefly before I shifted my gaze right back to the floor, my white bangs covering my eyes.
He retracted his hand and showed a soft smile I could barely see through my hair. Sighing, he set down his file and stood up walking over to a shelf located by the counters in the back. He held something behind his back and walked over to the couch, kneeling in front of me. I looked at him finally.
"Here."
He handed me a small, black, cat plushie.
Hm.
(A/N)
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