Part : 8
Tittle : I am not a monster, I am just trying to protect him.
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Sarah's questions were gentle, persistent, weaving a delicate web around Jungkook's fractured memories. With each answer, the darkness within him seemed to surface, the lines between reality and nightmare blurring further.
"The voice," Jungkook continued, his voice low and strained, "it calls itself JK. It says… it says we're playing a game."
He shuddered, a tremor running through his body. "A game where one of us has to… rot."
Sarah's brow furrowed, her eyes filled with concern. "Rot?" she repeated, her voice soft. "What does that mean?"
Jungkook shook his head, his gaze distant. "I don't know. It's… dark. Like it wants to destroy me."
He paused, his eyes filled with a desperate plea. "It shows me things. Things that aren't real. Or… maybe they are. I don't know anymore."
He spoke of the knight, the figure in his dreams, the figure he saw in the footage. He spoke of the blood, the feeling of falling, the chilling certainty that something was deeply wrong.
"I saw myself fall," he whispered, his voice trembling. "From a building. But I'm here. How is that possible?"
Sarah's gaze softened, her voice gentle. "Jungkook, these are likely hallucinations, the result of… a psychological break. But we need to understand the root cause. We need to understand what's triggering these experiences."
"But they feel so real," he insisted, his voice laced with desperation. "Like they're happening. Like I'm losing control."
He clenched his fists, his eyes filled with a raw, visceral fear. "It's trying to take over. To become me."
Sarah leaned forward, her eyes searching his. "Jungkook, I know this is terrifying. But you're not alone. We're going to figure this out together."
She paused, her voice laced with a quiet determination. "Tell me about the knight. What does it look like?"
Jungkook hesitated, reluctant to conjure the image in his mind. But the medication, coupled with Sarah's gentle persistence, loosened his tongue. He described the figure in detail: the archaic armor, the shadowed face, the glowing grey eyes.
As he spoke, Sarah listened intently, her eyes filled with a mixture of concern and intrigue. She was piecing together the fragments of his fractured mind, trying to understand the dark entity that held him captive. And as she listened, she felt a growing sense of unease, a chilling certainty that this was more than just a psychological break. This was something else, something dark and unknown.
Sarah's questions delved deeper, probing the hidden corners of Jungkook's psyche. "Jungkook," she asked softly, her voice laced with gentle persistence, "are there any… memories that feel fragmented? Any past traumas that might be contributing to these experiences?"
Jungkook's brow furrowed, his eyes squeezed shut as he struggled to recall. "I… I don't remember," he stammered, his voice strained. "Everything's blurry. M-mom… uh… I don't know."
Suddenly, his voice changed, becoming deeper, more guttural, a chilling echo of his own. His body tensed, though his eyes remained closed, as if he were asleep. JK had taken control, unnoticed by Sarah.
"I know," JK said, his voice a low, resonant growl.
Sarah's eyes widened, a flicker of shock and concern in their depths. "Know what?" she asked, her voice barely a whisper.
"The truth," JK replied, his voice laced with a dark, chilling certainty. "He doesn't remember. I made sure of that."
He paused, then continued, his voice softening slightly, a hint of something akin to pity in its tone. "He killed her, you know. His own mother. Trying to protect her... from his father."
The words hung in the air, heavy with unspoken pain. Sarah's breath hitched, a silent gasp.
"He doesn't remember," JK repeated, his voice laced with a strange, almost protective tenderness. "I took it from him. The pain, the guilt, the horror. I buried it deep within him, so he wouldn't have to carry it."
Sarah's mind reeled, trying to process the shocking revelation. "You… you took his memories?" she asked, her voice trembling slightly.
"I am a part of him," JK replied, his voice a low murmur. "I am his protector. I am the shield against his pain."
He paused, then added, his voice laced with a chilling certainty. "He is not a bad person. I am not a bad person. He was trying to protect her. And I am trying to protect him."
The room was filled with a heavy silence, broken only by the quiet beeping of the monitors. Sarah stared at Jungkook's sleeping form, her mind racing. The dark entity that haunted him, the voice that called itself JK, was not a malevolent force. It was a protector, a twisted guardian, born from trauma and pain.
The revelation was shocking, a dark twist in the already complex puzzle. JK, the chilling alter ego, was not a monster. He was a product of Jungkook's broken past, a desperate attempt to shield him from the unbearable weight of his memories.
Sarah's voice was barely a whisper, a question hanging in the charged air. "Should I tell him?"
The response was immediate, a guttural roar that echoed through the quiet room. "NO!"
JK's body tensed, the muscles coiling beneath the thin hospital gown. His voice, though still low, was laced with a raw, primal rage.
"He cannot know," JK continued, his voice a chilling growl. "He cannot bear the weight of that memory. It would destroy him."
Sarah's eyes met his, her expression a mixture of concern and determination. "He needs to know," she insisted, her voice firm despite the tremor in her hands. "He needs to confront his past, to heal."
"He will not heal," JK snarled, his eyes, though still closed, radiating an unsettling intensity. "He will shatter. And then… then there will be nothing left."
He shifted, a subtle movement that sent a shiver down Sarah's spine. The air crackled with a palpable tension, a sense of impending violence.
"I can kill you for doing so," JK threatened, his voice a low, menacing hiss. "I will not allow you to break him."
The words hung in the air, a chilling promise of retribution. Sarah's breath hitched, a silent gasp. She knew, deep down, that he meant it. This was not a hollow threat. This was a desperate, primal warning from a guardian protecting its charge.
"He needs to understand," she repeated, her voice trembling slightly. "He needs to understand why you exist."
"I exist to protect him," JK replied, his voice laced with a cold finality. "And I will not allow you to take that away from me."
The room was filled with a heavy silence, broken only by the quiet beeping of the monitors. Sarah stared at Jungkook's sleeping form, her mind racing. She was caught between her professional duty and a chilling, undeniable threat. She knew that revealing the truth could shatter Jungkook, but she also knew that keeping it hidden could perpetuate the cycle of trauma and control.
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To be continued ~