Mountain Soul PART 1-8 (1/1)

PART 1-8      His first appointment with the shrink was quiet for a long moment. The man asked him questions he answered with a shrug or silence, and after twenty minutes passed like this, the guy eventually put down his clipboard to look at him. "If you don't talk I can't give a diagnosis to the warden, and if I can't…" He paused purposely and met Minwoo's eyes. "You'll have to stay here." It got to him and made him tense in contained anger. The emotion certainly showed in his gaze, but the man did not comment on it and just leaned back in his seat. "I just need you to answer to a few questions, nothing more.""Then I'll go back to my block ?" He shot back, and it was clear on the man's face he was satisfied for making him talk. Asshole."It depends if I judge you're stable enough to."He eyed the man and the room in his line of sight before licking his lips and shifting on the chair."What do you want to know ?" He said, looking up at the shrink. "Why I bit off my cellmate's ear ?" The man nodded, "It'll be a good start, yes." "Well…" He answered quickly, impatient to get out of this room and place. "The guy broke my arm, and I lost it." The shrink furrowed his brows and looked at the file on his desk, "It says here you were brought to the psych ward with a stab wound, broken wrist and dislocated shoulder." He looked back at Minwoo. "Was your cellmate the one responsible of such injuries ?" "Most of them, yeah. He didn't stab me." He added more softly, not wanting to talk about the shower attack. "Who did then ?" His gaze snapped up, and staring at the shrink, he said, "No one. I fell and hurt myself. My cellie stitched me up, end of story." "He stitched you up ? The very same cellmate who broke your arm and made you so enraged that you bit off his ear ?" Minwoo listened to the resume the man was doing then nodded, "Yeah." "You've to explain me here." He answered, slightly confused. "What happened between you two ? I know your cellmate, and I know he's not the easiest man to be around." Minwoo almost scoffed at this. "But what you just told me is not coherent." He could not help glare at the man for such words. "You have to tell me what happened for him to become so violent towards you." "Why would it be my fault ? The guy's nuts." A small smile played on the man's lips to Minwoo's confusion, "He's mental issues, so it's why I'm asking you for further explanation. I need to know what triggered him." "I just read one of his book. I didn't know he would lose it because of it." "Hum, so you touched his belongings." Commented the shrink while scribbling something on his clipboard. "I understand better now." "Is he here ?" He could not help ask, and the man looked up at him. "He's in the infirmary right now. He'll be transferred in another part of the psych ward after that, then sent back to his cell once stable.""You sounds likes it's an usual procedure for him." He commented, and the man smiled. "You can put it like that. But I need to know if what happened between you two require any particular measures of if it was just a one time incident." Minwoo shrugged his good shoulder and said, "If he leaves me alone, I've no reason to go after him. We're even now." It was half true, because he hated Lens for behind such a creepy asshole to him. It was all because of this man he was here today, but on another side, if he was going back to his block, Minwoo would not be the one looking after the guy for more troubles. He was not one to look for it (even if it was always coming after him) and if he could stay out of troubles he would. Now, all he had to do was convince this shrink of his sincerity to get out of this ward as soon as possible. "Are you often subjected to such violent impulses ?" Minwoo stiffened and glared at the man, "What ?" He growled back, hating what he was implying. The shrink stared back at him and observed him patiently before saying, "What you did, despite the situation at the time, was pretty excessive." Minwoo clenched his fist and trembled inwardly. "Not everyone bites someone's ear off in the middle of a fight. It is said here…" He looked back at the file again. "That you seemed dement. So I'm wondering, does it happen often to you ? You were sentenced for a violent crime, aren't you ?""The fuck you're trying to do ? If I did this to this bastard it's only because he pushed me too far. I admit, I lost it. But it doesn't mean I'm crazy." He snapped back, struggling hard to stay calm. "And about the reason I'm here… it's nothing to do with this. I killed a cop, end of story." "Hum." He hummed back, reading Minwoo's file. "Believing this report, the cop you killed was off duty when he arrested you and brought you to this old factory." "So what ?" He said through gritted teeth. He did not like where this session was going, and if this guy was prying any farther, he was not sure he would control himself for long. "It's not mentioned here, but I heard some stuffs about your case." He observed Minwoo and noticed the slight shake of his shoulders. "Don't." He advised. The man observed him for a second before saying, "You murdered this man with bare handcuffed hands. You smashed his head to an unrecognizable mess the legist could not show to the family."Images flashed through his mind and brought him back to this day that had taken the worst turn ever. Before that, he was maybe far from a saint, but he was not a killer. He never had the will to kill, but this man… Blinking, he snapped out of the memory and glared at the shrink observing him. "You want to talk about it ?" "No." Was his immediate answer. "It's not common for people to be victim of such urge of rage. I read your file…""That's just words on paper. It means shit." He shot back, slowly losing control over his emotions. "Still. From what I can observe today and what I read about you, I'll say you've anger issues." Minwoo blinked and was not sure what to answer to that, so just stayed quiet. "You don't belong here." He eventually said, scribbling something on his clipboard. "I see my bunch of insane patients on a daily basis, and I can tell just with this session you're not one of them." He could not help scoff at this. Of course he was not one of them. It was already a shame he had to be kept in this place for so long already, even if it had lasted only a day so far. It was too much already. "But…" Minwoo stiffened at the man's voice. "It doesn't mean you don't have your issues." "Who doesn't have them ?" He shot back, and the man smiled slightly. "I'm appointing you to the anger management program." "What ?" "You'll intend the session twice a week with counselor Eric Mun. He's been around for a while now, and he does a good job." "I don't need to see him." The man wrote something and answered, "Yes you do. You're free to go now. You'll be transferred back to your cellblock in a couple days after a second opinion from my colleagues." Minwoo did not move and stared at the man in building anger. Who the hell was he thinking he was to impose him something like that ? He did not want to see this fucking counselor, and if not for the nurse standing at a corner coming to him to get him out of the room, he would have done something stupid. This time, it IS the last chapter of Part 1 xDI think someone's gonna be happy here (hum, Dash ?) you finally know who's Eric in this story =)But remember, it's a Minwoo-centered fic, but Eric will appear, will have his moments and chapters (saying that for you RicMin obsessed fans xD) but, yeah. I guess you'll see, ;))