chapter 1
author
welcome guys to my first book
well some things for the story
this whole story is in taehyung's pov
when the pov will change to other character I'll mention it
The sun shines brightly through the windows, warming my skin. I watch as the birds fly through the beautiful blue sky, and I can't help but wish I was as free as those birds. I sigh, resting my chin on my hand as I get lost looking outside the window.
taehyung
At the mention of my name, I look back in front of me, realizing that the teacher is standing right in front of my desk, with his arms crossed over his chest.
teacher
"Do you think birds are more interesting than my class?"
Yes, but don't want any problems, so apologize
taehyung
"I'm sorry, it wasn't my intention to be disrespectful in any way."
teacher
he nods, still not looking very happy, but turns around and walks back to his desk.
You might think this place is a normal college, but this place is far from normal.
This college is a psychiatric that has, in its majority, young patients that suffer from some type of psychological disorder. We live here until we are well enough to leave and live our normal lives again.
The three levels of this building are categorized by levels of disorder, starting from light, medium and severe disorders.
The first level patients, like me, can attend a few normal classes to prevent us from falling behind academically and to make us think that we are normal.
But the truth is, everyone here is a little mad. Everyone has their own madness, the one they have to live with and learn how to control. So instead of a psychiatric, I like to call this place... a madhouse.
I didn't even know a place like this existed until my grandparents proposed me to come here last month.
Because my parents are no longer here. They were violently murdered two months ago. Just thinking about it causes me nausea.
I was there when everything happened, but I can't remember clearly that horrible night, everything is so blurry and confusing in my mind.
I just remember screams, blood, and the hideous sight of my parents lying dead in our living room. After that, I woke up at the police station.
The murderer killed everyone except me. The police told me the murderer was a serial killer who had already killed four families before mine, and that they were trying so hard to find him. They said I was very lucky to be the only one who survived, but I don't feel fortunate at all.
After that, my grandparents decided to send me here. I think they weren't ready to deal with an 18 year old diagnosed with a traumatic stress disorder, depression with panic attacks, and with suicidal tendencies.
They feared for my life, and I was sure I reminded them constantly of my parents, I understood their pain.
author
so this is the story based on the YouTube ff
author
so the credit goes to the owner
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