Beep.

It was soft. Reassuring. And currently the only proof of life I had at the moment.

Beep.

It almost sounded like it came from a different dimension, ringing in my ears like a calm bell.

Beep.

I could have sworn I saw a bright light amidst the darkness in my eyes, was this reality? Or have I gone somewhere heavenly?

Beep.

There was a sort of tingling in my head, but as the light got brighter the tingling quickly turned into pain.

Pain... there was pain everywhere.

My eyes shot open. A white room greeted me and I could feel my chest rising and falling faster with every breath I took. The last thing I remembered was a tree? No. Not just a tree. A building.

That building was on fire.

I was in that building.

My eyes bulged out of my eye sockets as memories rushed over like a waterfall.

I was alive.

I didn't want to be alive.

Why did I escape?

How long have I been here?

Where's here?!

My mouth ran dry and I could hear that annoying beeping machine running faster and faster as my eyes darted across the room. Nurses dressed in white and blue ran in my direction, grabbing my shoulders and forcing me down onto the hospital bed.

"Ma'am! Calm down! It's alright! You're okay!"

"WHERE AM I? HOW LONG HAVE I BEEN HERE?" I started fighting back, tears filling my eyes from pain.

"Let go of her." A man holding a clipboard walked in, his ID attached to his long white lab coat told me he was my doctor, "I'll handle the rest." And the nurses filed out without a second thought. He walked over, taking a seat next to me and looking at my clipboard more intently, "Ahh, my mystery patient, maybe you can tell me why you've been in a comma for the past four weeks."

"Four weeks?"

He nodded, reaching over to me and in response I flinched at his close proximity. He must have understood because he quickly pulled away and respected my personal space.

"You have some nasty burns on your hands."

I looked down to my hands, expecting to see bandages and wound dressings of all kinds before surprise flickered across my face.

"Cool huh? Fish skin has been proven to help heal wounds faster and leave less scars."

I gazed in awe at the silver scaley designs that decorated my hands to my wrists. I remembered reading about a study that proved its miracle effectiveness.

"Y/n, I've notified the authorities and a lawyer who's already on her way to talk to you."

"Authorities? A lawyer? Why?" I asked him, not even paying attention to my words as I examined the rest of my bandaged wounds.

"You.. You had your ankles tied... I'm sure you didn't do that to yourself."

Instinctively, I shuddered as star tattoos and poison stuck to my brain. Of course, they wanted me dead and surprisingly I had almost forgotten about the entire ordeal.

"Well, According to your MRI scans, you hit your head pretty hard so memories are a little hazy. I'll have nurses come in with flashcards to workout your cognitive functions." I hummed in response, if I were a doctor those would be the same exact orders that I would give.

"So what else happened to me?" I looked down, examining the random bandages on practically every limb of mine.

His eyes darted back to the clipboard and he began naming off the list of wounds I had, "Burns, broken arm, broken leg, bruised ribs, deep cuts everywhere, (from what I presume was broken glass) and a TBI."

"Traumatic brain injury..." I followed, thinking deeply about what I had last saw. His eyes flickered with curiosity, and I could tell he had a few questions of his own now, "I'm in med school here in Korea." I answered for him.

His lips formed an O shape before he found the words to say, "Intriguing, you're quite young. I'm sure your parents are proud."

My parents?

I sat up on the bed in a hurry, eyes wide as I began to question the poor doctor. "Where are my parents? Do they know I'm here?"

"I'll take care of those questions from here, thank you doctor."

I turned towards the voice of a woman standing in the doorway, wearing a professional gray suit. Her hair slick back into a neat bun and her black high heels made her four inches more confident. The doctor moved past me, exiting the room after waving a small goodbye, and now she took his seat, folding her legs as she opened her small brown briefcase.

"Good morning sleeping beauty. I've been itching to talk to you for about four whole weeks." She smiled, grabbing a notebook in hand and ballpoint pen. "My name is Mrs. Moon, and from here on out I will be ensuring your safety and rights."

"Oh alright... so.. where are my parents?" I asked my question again awkwardly.

"Currently, everyone on the face of the earth believes you're dead, including your parents. Congratulations y/n you just faked your own death." She slimly declared, clicking her pen impatiently.

"Wh—why would you do that? That means they already had my funeral and—"

"Yes," she cut me off, "They had your funeral. They can't kill you if you're already dead. And to be sure, I kept it a secret from everyone, even your family." I understood the safety precautions she was taking, but wasn't it too much? "So tell me, who tried to kill you?"

I fidgeted with my fingers, recollecting memories as I thought about her words. For some reason, I didn't think about Poison or the school administrator. Flashes of Taehyung's sweet smile and gentle touch picked up my heart rate. Automatically, the machine I was hooked up to started beeping faster than usual and she reached out to my arm in attempts to comfort me. Hot tears strayed down my cheeks, but all I felt was a whole in my heart for his reassuring voice.

No. Stop it! He did this to you. He knew about it.

But something inside of me both wanted an explanation from him but at the same time to never see him again. This war inside of me forced some very untrue words out of my mouth.

"I—I can't remember exactly right now."

Her eyebrow raised in question, but she let it go and stood up from her seat. I heard her pen click open and aggressive scribbles followed as she marked up a few documents.

"Very well, I understand you have head trauma. I'll let the doctor know." Standing up from her seat, she made a few bold strides to the exit before turning around. "You know you can't leave this room right?"

"I can't?"

She rolled her head back in laughter, entertained by my honest question, "Of course not sweetheart, dead people can't wander."

"Oh.." Pity filled my chest and I suddenly longed to be outside under the sun.

"Chow!" She waved before exiting the doorway. A guard stood outside my door, armed and confused on whoever was walking in or out of my room.

As I looked down to my bandages and casts, loneliness and pain reminded me of my horrid past. Maybe... this was a good thing. Maybe I could with a new identity form a new future for myself.

Suddenly, I had a new goal in mind. A new reason to live. But living here in the hospital forever was unrealistic and my wounds would be healed in due time. However it needed to be done, I was willing to take drastic measures to accomplish it.

Time to make an escape plan.

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