Mountain Soul PART 4-5 (1/1)

PART 4-5      Hours in confinement passed painfully slow. After being thrown in the cell and untied, he was left alone with his tormenting memory and fears preventing him to relax. He was sure someone would come sooner or later to hurt him, and every time he was hearing a noise he was tensing up in apprehension and staring at the door fixedly.He did not sleep nor averted his gaze from the cell's entrance the rest of the night, and when in the morning the door was unlocked, an uncontrollable fear arose inside him and almost made him puke his guts out. If not for the little rationality he had left, he would have lost it, but instead, he sat there at the feet of the bed and watched the door open before revealing a guard.He was reassured when it was not one of the day shift, and observing as the man put the plate through the slot, he felt his stomach turn at the sight of food.He did not say anything though and just waited for the guard to leave. Once alone, he was not sure what to do or think. He knew at some point the other team will take over and hear about him being in confinement, and he was terrified about it.

It felt like forever and barely a few seconds passed when the deeply dreaded moment eventually arrived. Or at least, it was what he thought until Eric stepped through the door and smiled at him. He was not sure if the man was there for real or if he was just hallucinating, but then Eric spoke and snapped him out of his trance.“Are you okay ?” Asked the man and Minwoo could not help clench his fists and hate Eric's guts.He was not sure why he hated the man specifically, but he was so tensed and wired that seeing him here at such moment made him direct his rage on the man.“Luis' at the infirmary, he'll be okay.”Minwoo was not sure to comprehend Eric's words, but God knows he tried to focus on it and assimilate them. It was like his brain was in a puddle of nothingness and he could not make it work as it should.“He said it was his fault, so they won't investigate much into the matter. You'll have to see the therapist though. And I heard they wanted to keep you in the psych ward for a bit.”This time, he understood perfectly and could not help the rage spreading inside him. He had promised himself he would never go back there, but here he was, waiting to certainly be sent with the crazies. He fucking hated it.He wondered if there was a way to avoid the psych ward, but he found nothing and could only give up the idea. Maybe he would be lucky enough to be taken there before Martins' team could come and mess with him. He caught himself wishing for it to happen like that, but he knew too well how unlucky he was.“Do you know when they'll take me there ?” He asked, secretly hoping it would happen real soon.“Well, that's why I'm here in fact.”Minwoo's head snapped up and his brows furrowed, “Huh ?”“I wanted to let you know about it before Johnson takes you there.”He could not help swallow thickly at the fact Johnson would be the one taking him to the psych ward. Anyone in the cellblock would know the bastard was one of the most active along Rogers and a certain Bae. This Bae kid was as much of a bastard as the rest of Martins' pals despite being only two months new in here. Minwoo already hated him and wanted to punch his teeth in.“The therapist wants to hear me out before seeing you, and I thought we could go to the psych ward together.” He explained with a small smile, and staring in Eric's eyes, Minwoo quickly understood the man just wanted to keep a close eye on him while his transfer to the other ward.He wondered how he could know about Johnson, then he remembered the little bastard knew almost as much as the inmates, and he could not help relax at such fact.“Are we leaving now ?” He asked.“Yeah.” Smiled Eric.Minwoo did not need to hear more to push himself up and groan at the crack of his joins. He was feeling so sore after spending so many hours sitting there on the ground, tensed as ever. He definitely needed to relax.“Can I take a pee first ?” He asked with a grin despite already walking to the toilet.Eric scoffed and breathed a 'yeah' before crossing his arms and turning around to knock on the door. Minwoo could not help stiffen when he heard it open. He knew which guard was entering and it made him anxious despite Eric's presence.“Move it 4809 ! We don't have all day.” Barked Johnson, and more than hating the guy, Minwoo felt his pulse quicken in growing nervousness.“Coming.” He grumbled before flushing the toilet.The look in his eyes was dark and hard, but the guard still scoffed a smirk at him before motioning for him to turn around. Minwoo forgot for a second Eric was there and panicked. The emotion was as quickly gone as it arrived, and passing his hands through the slot, he waited for the cold metal of handcuffs to tighten around his wrists.It was no surprise Johnson tightened them as painfully as possible, and swallowing a hiss of discomfort, Minwoo stepped away from the door and waited for it to open. For a second, he was thrown back with Miles coming in his back. His breathe became painfully short and fear closed around his mind. It felt like the moment lasted forever, then a rough hand was around his arm and pulling him out of the cell.He needed a few seconds to extirpate himself out of this flashback and focus on present.Eric was looking at him funny, and he hated it. He hated how it made him anxious and worried. As if he would read him and see through his darkest secrets. He even wished for a second the man was not there. Then he remembered which guard was with him and felt immensely grateful to have Eric beside him. **       The psych ward was still the same. Unwelcoming, quiet and too freaking white. He never knew before today he hated this color that much (or lack of, for the matter), and when they entered the building, he could not help snarl at the approach of a male nurse. Wearing only white.He was sat in a room and ordered to stay put by Johnson. Glaring up at the bastard, he was wise enough to shut up and just let the man get his ego puff by the power he certainly imagined he had on him. How he hated this guy.Swinging his legs on the bed and crossing his hands behind his head, he got comfortable on the mattress waiting to be taken care of. His only short previous stay was enough for him to know nothing was expected from him besides being as unnoticeable as the fake plant at the entrance.He had hated to be so lonely the first time, but when he eventually relaxed on the bed and felt darkness creep around his vision, he could not deny it would be good for once to be somewhere no one wanted his head. It was too stressful and demanding to be on alert every damn second of the day, and if the psych ward could offer him some rather quiet days, he would not spit on it.

He was certainly near unconsciousness when he heard the soft noise of footsteps, and snapping his eyes open, he reacted too late to prevent Johnson from pinning him on the bed with his damn baton pressing at his throat.It fucking hurts, but he knew better than fight back by now and just gritted his teeth.“You look cozy here.” Grinned the guard before adding more pressure on the baton, and Minwoo grimaced in pain. “Don't think you're off the hook. We'll be waiting for you. Me, Rogers, Bae. Martins.” He said with a stretching smirk. “And of course, BK's impatient to have you back.”He could not help jerk on the bed in an attempt to get away from the bastard, but he was punched in the side and left breathless.“You can't escape us. Miles said to keep you busy until his return, so we're gonna move up a notch and spice this lil' game a bit more, what d'ya think ?”Minwoo glared up at Johnson with furrowing brows. He was not sure what the man meant by that and was not sure he wanted to know it. He could feel something worrying was coming at him, and as much as he tried to figure it out, he never managed to.“Have fun with the crazies.” He smirked before pushing his baton on his throat.Minwoo squeezed his eyes shut at the pain and could not describe how relieved he was when Johnson eventually moved away.“We'll see you in the block.” He greeted with a taunting smile, and opening the door, he stepped through it, nodded to the nurse approaching and walked away.Sitting up slowly, Minwoo massaged his throat mindlessly with his sharp eyes staring at the door. He would not let anyone know, but the bastard had just gave him the chills, and he was now so freaking worried to go back to his cellblock.What the hell could these assholes have in store for him ? He did not want to know. He fucking did not want to know, but he knew too soon he would be sent back to his block, and when this would happen, he was not sure what his life would become. But one thing was sure, he was not looking forward to this moment.       After checking on him and giving him the ward's uniform, the nurse abandoned him and locked him in the room. He did not really mind. At least here he was in peace. Away from any kind of torment and stress, and he only realized now how he actually missed it.Before all this shit falling on him, he had believed strongly his existence could not get much worse and his life was pure shit. Today, he could say his life was hell, and thinking back about his past, he could not believe himself he felt something close to nostalgia.What the fuck was he thinking ? How could he miss the gangs' fights ? The shitty places he was staying and being kicked out when he could not get enough money to survive. These fucking people he always despised and wanted to keep as far away as possible from him. These fucking cops always after his ass to book him and get something good enough on him to send him in. This damn existence he never liked but was suddenly feeling nostalgic about.At least, back there, he did not have to fear being trapped in some crazy bastard's hands. Back there, he did not have to worry about anyone, because he would never have let anyone attempt anything on him. In his old life, he was no one's bitch, and he definitely did not need some golden boy's advices to avoid even more shit. Since when was he even worried about getting into troubles ? He did not care by the past, but now, the only idea of doing something wrong was making his stomach twist.What the fuck had happened to him ? Was he now as good as a pussy ? As afraid of this twig being beat up in corners for no other reasons than he was a pariah ?He did not like to think about what this little time behind bars had done to him, and he was sure his old acquaintances would laugh big at him if they were hearing about his cowardice.He was not a coward. Never was. But he could not deny he was afraid of ending in confinement at the mercy of these people.He knew too well though this fear would not control him forever, and soon, when everything would be too much he would just snap and lose it. He definitely did not want to know what would happen this day, but he knew too well it would involve violence, blood, pain and broken bones. From who ? He could not tell, but he had no doubt both him and the people he would go after would remember about it.

Eric showed up twenty minutes later with a smile on his damn face. Minwoo was not sure why he could not help be annoyed by the man, but said bastard was always managing to make him forget about it in some way. Most of the time it was with his words, but others, it was just the look in his eyes, the way he squeezed his shoulder or nodded at him. He hated the fact Eric could appease him so easily, but he was glad at the same time.“I just talked to the therapist. He said his schedule was full today, so he'll see you tomorrow.” Minwoo nodded as understanding and stretched his neck.“You know when he'll let me out ?” He asked back, and Eric leaned against the wall in front of him.“Well, usually it takes a couple days to come up with an evaluation. But they said they wanted to keep you for a bit. So I'll say... maybe a week.” He observed Minwoo attentively then said, “I know you want to go back to your block...” He paused at the twitch he noticed on the shorter man's face and furrowed his brow. "You'll be okay ?" Minwoo tensed up and pushed himself off the bed to step away, “Fine. But I hate this place.” He grumbled back before stopping at the door from where he could observe the corridor.A silence passed, and Minwoo worried Eric would see through him as he often was and read through the lines. He did not want to have the counselor harass him about the why and how, but another part of him wanted Eric to know and help him.He sincerely hated this weak part of him.“Well. You'll be out of here soon, so don't worry.”Minwoo almost scoffed at that but instead decided to stay quiet. He heard Eric walking closer then and could not help stiffen before relaxing. He was not sure one day he would lose this instinctive reaction around people.“I'll be there for your transfer back to your block.”Minwoo eventually looked up at the taller man standing rather close to him, “You don't have to do that.”Eric smiled and squeezed Minwoo's shoulder, “I'll see you later.” He said and opened the door. “You should rest a bit. No one here will bother you.”Minwoo grinned tightly, and with a closer look it was more like a snarl than grin, but Eric did not comment on it.“Try to get me this damn beer next time you show up.” He eventually answered before pushing himself away from the wall to walk back to the bed.Eric smiled softly and watched him move before saying, “I'll see what I can do.”Minwoo scoffed and lay back on the bed with his hands behind his head and eyes closed.Nothing else was said after that until the door was shut in a soft click.Minwoo was not sure why he felt these sudden emotions inside him, but finding himself alone in the empty, quiet room made his thoughts go wild. He did not want to think about his return to his block, but he could not help it, and it was making a ball of anxiety tighten at the pit of his stomach.It was not like he was not used to deal with his shit on his own, but now Eric was gone, unaware of the situation, it made him feel abandoned.What a fucking joke. I updated sooner than last time, yeah ! /party on my own/So, Minwoo's back in the psych ward -_- Is it me or it feels like a déjà-vu ? xD I hope you won't get bored by the repetitive event, but it's what happen when a guy lose it like this, and you can say Minwoo now has a history.