"Your eyes that look at me are filled with pity. In front of you, I seem smaller. I tried to be fine, though I had so much I wanted to ask you..."

~Monster - BigBang

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Days passed, weeks passed. They kept him in that room for a long time, saying that they didn't want him to hurt himself. He wasn't stupid, they really just didn't want him to hurt anyone else, he'd noticed the cameras in the room a long time ago, they were watching him, they knew that day after day he'd just sit there, tugging at the edge of his shirt, or laying in the bed and just staring at the ceiling. They gave him nothing to do, nothing to look at, he had a lot of time alone with his thoughts.

There was no one to talk to, so he felt like he hadn't used his voice in forever, like he hadn't heard it since that first day. But he didn't want to talk to himself, not now, not anymore, not ever again. That would only prove that he was crazy, make them stuff more pills down his throat, and they already had him on enough that he was so calm it made him angry and frustrated inside.

It was another kind of containment, just other thing he had to swallow down.

Today was like any other day, just laying on the bed, waiting for breakfast, staring at the ceiling. He didn't know what time it was really, there were no windows, there wasn't a clock, there was no way to tell, but he judged it by what food they'd give him. It was all things he wouldn't need a utensil for, because they didn't trust him or something, but he could still tell breakfast food from dinner food, they didn't believe in lunch for whatever reason. Which was upsetting because he looked forward to the meal times, even if at the same time they'd make him take those pills.

When the white door opened, he sat up, expecting the usual nurse, the one who said she liked Taehyung's eyes.

It wasn't the usual nurse. It was a man in a white coat. He was the head doctor, and had been the one to help lead the police to put him in this room. Taehyung had never learned his name, but he never forgot his face, or those spectacles that made his eyes look bigger then they were.

"Hello, Kim Taehyung." He said, Taehyung remained silent. Where was the usual nurse? He didn't like this doctor, didn't like him at all, every time Taehyung acted the least bit excited, he'd increase the dosage of his medication, and the medication made him feel like a zombie.

Taehyung looked down at his legs, not sure where else to look so he wouldn't look at the doctor or look like he was staring off at nothing. The doctor regarded staring off at nothing as a sort of insanity, another reason to give him more pills.

"I'd like you to meet someone." The doctor said, opening the white padded door a little wider, the door creaked in response.

Taehyung looked up. At the sight of new people, regular people, people who weren't doctors, or nurses, or orderlies, or police officers--Taehyung almost smiled, but stopped himself, just saying, "Hello." His voice felt like it echoed around the room, filling the silence.

He studied the two people in the doorway, one being a guy with a sleeveless button up shirt and a snapback, his eyes dark, and his hair darker, his bare arms only showing off muscle. There was a girl he was holding back behind him, her hair was short like a boy's, and she was wearing boy-ish clothes, but Taehyung could tell she was a girl. One, was because of her face, it was heavenly, and two, was because of her chest. She wasn't really busty, but it was enough to notice. Taehyung found himself staring and hoped no one had noticed when he looked back to the doctor.

"You've been a very good boy, Taehyung, we want to recondition you to society, do you know what that means?" The man in the white coat asked, speaking to Taehyung as if he couldn't possibly understand anything, like a baby, or a dog, or some inanimate object.

Taehyung just stared at the doctor, waiting for him to continue, everyone seemed to like it better when he didn't speak.

The doctor cleared his throat. "It means we think you might be ready to start trying to live outside, remember outside?"

Taehyung didn't like the way he was being spoken to, didn't like that look in the doctor's eyes, but he liked the idea of going outside, and once again he suppressed a grin. His smile was weird, they wouldn't let him leave if they thought he was weird.

"These two are our head psychiatrist's son and daughter, would you like to go with them?"

Taehyung was silent still. What if this was a joke? Or a test? Or some kind of lie to see what might happen? After all that time thinking, he'd thought about how much people lied to him, how many jokes he'd been the punch line to. He didn't trust them, he didn't trust this doctor that had kept him in a room that was padded wall to wall for his 'safety'.

But he had to take a chance on this truth, because he wanted this truth more then anything, more then any of the lies he'd told himself to keep himself from remembering his father was dead, that he'd killed him. "Yes, I want to go with them" Taehyung answered slowly, his own voice sounding strange to his own ears after all that silence.

The tomboyish girl smiled, the guy with her held her back. His expression was that of someone who was far from trusting Taehyung, far from even coming within a foot of Taehyung, in fact, he doubted he even wanted to take one step closer away from the door.

"Perfect!" The doctor said, then went to the door, going past the other two.

There was a silence, while the guy in the doorway studied Taehyung, and the girl bit her lip, staring directly into Taehyung's eyes. He held her stare for a while, then he looked away. There had to be a catch to this, there was no way they'd just let him go, not after how crazy they'd insisted he was, not after having strapped him to a bed when he'd giggled one day. Taehyung was just waiting for heartbreak, that's all his life was anyway.

"Hi." The voice made Taehyung look up, it was that boyish looking girl. She was biting her lip, looking at him with a look that could only be described as tentative and fearful.

Don't be scared, I'm not crazy, everyone is lying. "Hello." Taehyung repeated, resisting a smile again, but trying to look friendly with his eyes.

Her look changed from tentative, to just flat out scared. Taehyung couldn't imagine why. Had he done something wrong? Had she not expected him to say anything? Did his voice scare her?

The doctor came back in the room, holding something white and folded in his arms. "Alright, Taehyung, just have to get this on you, and then you can go."

Taehyung's eyes widened. That white thing the doctor was holding was a straightjacket. Taehyung immediately stood up. He wasn't wearing that, he wasn't crazy, or dangerous, or anything like that, couldn't they see that by now?

"I don't want to wear that." Taehyung said, calm. If he started getting upset, then they wouldn't let him go, and he wanted out of this hell more then anything. Just not in a straightjacket.

The doctor sighed. "Taehyung, it's okay, it's like a blanket, it'll make you feel better. He smiled to try and convince Taehyung that it was okay.

Like hell it will. "I don't want it, I feel fine."

"Taehyung, it's been a while since you've been out there, I don't want you to get scared, it's for your safety and their safety."

"I'll be fine." Taehyung insisted. They still thought he was some kind of killer, that he had no conscience, that he'd get out there and just turn into a mass murderer. I'm not a murderer, I'm not dangerous, I don't need a straightjacket.

The doctor tried to force the straightjacket on Taehyung, he backed out of the way, landing on his backside after losing his balance. The doctor stood over him, giving Taehyung a pitiful look. "It's not that big of a deal, Taehyung, just put in on, and you can go."

He swallowed. He wanted to go, he wanted it more then anything, this was another cage he was getting into, again. Along with the pills, and the room, and the thought that everyone thought he was a killer. He'd get out of one cage and right into another one, but if he had a preference, he'd choose this cage over this room, this bland room where he felt himself slowly dying.

Taehyung held out his arms. "Okay." He hated submitting to them, but they threatened to take away everything he wanted.

"Good boy." The doctor said, putting it on him, tying everything until Taehyung was restrained. That was all this was, a restraining device, just like handcuffs, just like the white room, just like the pills. "See? Don't you feel a little more safe?"

Taehyung didn't look up at him, staring at the floor. He only felt more contained and trapped and like a dog. The only one who felt more 'safe' was the doctor, maybe the two people in the doorway. That's all he was to them, despite the smiles, he was just a little rabid dog that nobody had the heart to put down.

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A/N: Screw it. I want to write this too~! >O< I'm going to do both this and High Maintenance, see what happens. I just can't ignore Tae-Tae. I mean, just look at those eyelashes! O_O

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