"Do you have anyone to take you home, is your father there so he can pick you up? He might want to know the news as well." The doctor asks, he himself was trying to contain his emotions. Of course he'd be sad as well, he couldn't save her. 

"I...don't know where my dad is, he doesn't live with us." I explain and the doctor looked even more upset. 

"You have no one else you can call, maybe a family member who can pick you up?" He asks, he sounded like he was hoping I had someone to mourn with, but obviously I didn't. 

I shook my head slowly meaning no and it was like the doctor didn't know how to respond. "How're you going to get home?" He asks, sounding concerned about me. 

"I...I'll walk home." I say in a sad tone, slowly starting to turn around. 

Before I could walk away, he took a hold of my shoulder to stop me. "You know, you can stay at the hospital if you want. We have an extra room in the other department." The doctor explains, pointing to the exit of where we were, referring to the beds beyond the part of the hospital we were in. 

I shook my head meaning no once again. "I don't want to stay here. Do whatever you want with the body, I don't care." I mutter. My throat felt clogged, my eyes went blurry because of the tears forming inside them. 

"You don't want to bury the body? Did she want to be reincarnated?" The doctor asks, wanting to know her last wishes. 

"I don't know...what she wanted." I said, starting to slowly walk away again and this time, the doctor didn't try to stop me. 

My heart ached...it pained...it hurt so much. Why, why does my heart hurt this much for someone who didn't even love me?! Why do I have to care about her so much?! 

While walking out of the hospital people were still giving me weird looks. I still had blood on my clothing, but now it looked like I was about to burst into tears at any second. 

I walked out of the hospital, slowly walking all the way to my house. I wouldn't say my house was close to the hospital. If I had to walk without taking the bus, it would take an hour and a half to get home which I didn't really care. I needed the walk anyway to clear my head.

Why was it her that had to die first, I WAS SUPPOSE TO DIE FIRST! I couldn't handle it anymore, I burst into tears, crying. I fell to my knees on the sidewalk, sobbing. This wasn't the normal sobbing with a couple tears rushing down my cheeks and a few sniffing here and there. No, this was scream sobbing. Have you ever cried so hard that you screamed and punched and felt aggressive. Yeah, that's what I was doing. 

I was sobbing and screaming so loud, people were looking at me like they were scared. I guess because I had dry blood all over me as well. That didn't make it any better. I managed to get myself back to my feet at one point which surprised me considering it felt like I would hit the floor again at any given second because I felt so weak. 

This isn't fair, this isn't fair, THIS ISN'T FAIR! I was-I was suppose to die first! I shouldn't be here right now, I should have been the one in the surgery room dead, my mom should be the one feeling this way right now. Yet again, I don't think my mom would care, but it doesn't matter. 

I got to little arched bridge I had to cross. The bridge that I considered jumping off of a while back. I got to the middle of it and looked down. 

"Do it Hoseok, you might as well just end it here. Your mom's dead, your dad's gone, it'd make sense for you to kill yourself now. You wouldn't just be some random depressed teenager, you'd be the random depressed teenager with no parents." The voice in my head said which annoyed me. 

I hit the side of my head, trying to make the voice be quiet but it wouldn't shut up. I looked off of the bridge once again but turned my head away. I then continued to walk back to my house. I'm still too scared to kill myself. I'm such a wuss. 

When I got home I could see the police cars which were still in front of my house. They were probably trying to investigate the crime to see who had really killed my mother. 

I would tell them it was Jungkook, but I didn't want to get Jungkook in trouble, I didn't want Jungkook out of my life either. My mom was dead, I don't know where my dad is. At least I know Jungkook is somewhere near me. 

I walked up to my house when one of the police officers investigating the crime stopped me. "You're not allowed onto this property." 

"I live here." I answer and he hesitated to let me through. 

Another police officer who looked older came walking up to me and asks "do you have anywhere to go for the night, because you can't stay here."

I shook my head meaning no and he looked a bit puzzled, like he was questioning what he should do with me. "Come with me" he says, walking away from the property and heading to one of the police cars which were parked in front of the yard. 

He sat down in the drivers seat and I followed him, sitting down in the passengers seat. "Why don't you have anyone to go to? You don't have any relatives that live nearby?" He questions and I shook my head meaning no. 

"I...don't know my family." I answer in a wobbly tone. I was still upset and my throat was still recovering from my scream sobbing. 

"What about your dad...where's he?" 

"I don't know." 

The car became silent but the police officer continued to look straight, focusing on the road ahead. "I'm...sorry your mother passed away." He says in a hurt tone.

That's all I've been hearing. 'I'm sorry, I'm sorry.' I don't need people to be saying they're sorry to me. 

"It's fine, I'm upset she died but she abused me so I don't know why I'm so upset. I guess I should be happy that she's dead since she always abused me, but I myself don't know why I feel so depressed and why I'm crying like this." I admit, sounding like I was about to burst into tears again. I could hear it in my own voice. 

"She abused you?! Why did you never report it?!" He asks, sounding concerned about me right after I had said she abused me. 

"Even though she abused me, I still loved my mom. She's my mom no matter how you look at it, so I put up with it. I didn't want her to go to jail because of me. I loved her too much." I explain, now turning my head to look outside the car window which everything looked dark since it was now the night. 

"You're a nice kid, you know that?" The police officer asks in a sad tone. 

"Like I haven't heard that one before..." I mutter. 

We got to the police station and he parked into the parking lot. I got out first with him exiting the car after me, locking it after we both got out. "Why'd you bring me to the police station?" I ask, looking at him curiously. 

"You have no where to go...so you might as well stay here for the night. That is, if you don't mind staying at a police station over night?" He asks in a questioning tone, already walking to the front of the police station to enter. 

"I have no where else to go, so I might as well." I say, walking into the police station right beside him. 

When we walked into the police station together heads turned and some of the police officers got up in intimidation. I guess me being covered in dry blood didn't help me being in a police station. Obviously they would speculate things. 

"You should take a shower and get changed into some clean clothes. I'll leave you a tank top with some sweat pants when you're done taking a shower. That's the most I can give you to wear." The police officer says in a tone like he was trying to sympathies with me. 

I nodded meaning okay and he leaded me into the back room where a shower was. "Take a shower in here, this is where I'll leave the clothes for you." He explains, tapping down on the counter we were standing beside.

I nodded meaning okay and bowed thanking him. "I'll...take the shower now" I say and he nodded meaning okay before turning around and leaving the room. 

While I took off all my clothes and started taking a shower, the running hot water hit my skin. I felt like crying in the shower again. Not just because my wrists were tingling in pain, but because of the pain inside of my heart. 

I wanted to scream sob again, but I couldn't do that inside a police station. There'd be at least ten police officers running into the shower to see what was wrong, and I definitely don't want them to see me naked. 

I managed to take the shower but it left my wrists a bit numb afterwards. 

I put on the underwear, sweatpants and the tank top the police officer had left out for me to wear. The sweatpants and and tank top were a bit baggy, it must have belonged to a cop who is a bit 'bigger' if it was baggy on someone like me. 

I crossed my arms to hide my wrists and walked out to where all of the police officers were once again. "Over here" the police officer I had come with says, waving his hand a bit in the air to catch my attention. 

I followed to where he was and sat down in the chair beside his desk. "Are you cold?" He questions, looking at me crossed arms. 

"Just a bit" I say in a lie.

"Here, you can wear this" he says, taking his police jacket off of himself and putting it on my lap for me to put on myself. "You can wear that" he says, then turning his direction back to the computer to continue doing what he was doing in the first place. 

"Thank you" I quietly say, putting the jacket on but crossed my arms again anyway. 

"I found your dads number and where he is right now. Apparently it says here he left the country last week. Did he mention anything to you or your mother about leaving the country?"

"No...my dad always comes and goes. Before I saw him last week, I hadn't seen him in years. I'm surprised he left so soon, but he and my mom just kept fighting when he came back so I guess he got tired of it and left again." I answer, looking down into my lap while explaining. 

I guess the officer could tell I had a pretty messed up family life now with how much I did explain to him. 

"Do you have any idea on who would have killed your mother?" He asks, looking at me seriously and concerned. 

I shrugged my shoulders meaning I didn't know. I couldn't dare to speak because I know if I did, my voice would have cracked.

"We'll deal with more of this tomorrow, you must be tired since it's so late. We don't have beds here, but you can sleep on the couch over there if you want. I'll try finding a blanket or something." The officer says, pointing to one side of the room where a couch was pressed up against the wall next to a water cooler. 

"I don't mind...I guess." I say, slowly getting up from my seat and walking to where the couch was. I then turned on my side so my back was facing all of the officers and started to close my eyes, trying to sleep. I hope when I wake up...all of this will be a dream. I know it won't be, but I wish it would be. 

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Hey guys thank you for being patient with these updates. This was a long-ish update I guess, I don't know. Thank you for reading it, it means a lot. Everyone was thinking it was Hoseok's dad who killed his mom in the last chapter but it wasn't. I'm just saying now it wasn't Hosoek's dad who killed his mom.