I stared at the lifeless white wall of my room. In fact the whole room was white and lifeless, which gave me the feeling of abandonment and emptiness. The feeling that something was missing, without which I would never be complete, was consuming me.

I should already have got used to loneliness!

As a result of having spent seven years without anyone I could rely on by my side, I had become used to having to deal with my teenage crisis and my psychological problems that had grown over the years and which had been intensified by the environment in which I grew up.

Thus this loneliness shouldn't affect me, but how could I pretend I didn't think about them?

I  had become dependent on them, especially on him who had made something different and indescribable grow within me from the moment our gazes met for the first time. It was as if after I  had met him, my life gained a new meaning. As if with him something that had disappeared a long time ago, had come back.

"I see you're calmer now." A deep voice interrupted my thoughts and I looked away from the wall.

A nurse had come into my room and I immediately felt a feeling of hatred grow inside me just to know that he worked in this prison. I looked at the thin, average man with a lightly tanned skin in front of me. He had his black hair strung in a ponytail that, when released, should exceed his broad shoulders. I stopped staring at him when our eyes met and my eyes stayed there. The equally black eyes watched me carefully and with much curiosity. He was certainly looking at me for signs that I would get out of control again and hurt somebody else. The reason I was tied up and sedated was because I had attacked a nurse, but it wasn't my fault for being out of control when noticing that I was no longer in my room in Seoul.

"Where am I?" That was the first question I asked when I noticed the walls of my room that wasn't mine because I painted the walls of my bedroom in navy blue. Although this wasn't my room, it was extremely familiar to me, but made me anxious.

"Suga!" I tried to call him, but my call came out in a whisper, almost inaudible because of an unknown weakness. "Yoongi!" I called him this time more firmly, but he didn't come.

I knew he was mad at me, but this wasn't the right time to ignore me!

"Suga." I said, hopeful, as I saw the door open, but I was surprised to see the person who had entered. "Carrie!"

"I see you're awake. You must be very tired. After all you arrived very late from the theater yesterday." Carrie began to babble, which was typical of her, and opened the long white curtains, letting the sunbeams into the room.

"Theater? What theater? What are you doing here, Carrie? Where am I?" Little by little fear and panic began to grow inside me.

"What are you talking about? You're in your room." She replied and sat down on the edge of the bed.

"My room?"

No! No! I couldn't be in the clinic!

"No, Carrie! How did I get here? I was in Seoul yesterday!" I struggled to overcome the weakness and sat down.

"Seoul? You must have been dreaming. After all, for you Seoul has always been better than Incheon." She commented holding my hand.

"What have you do to the others? Suga! YOONGI!" I shouted his name, but I didn't get an answer.

"Calm down, Mina. Who is Yoongi?"

"NO! YOONGI, WHERE ARE YOU? YOONGI!" Panic completely dominated my body after knowing where I was and not knowing how I'd ended up here.

"Mina! Stop screaming! There's no Isla here." Carrie grabbed me by the shoulders in an attempt to calm me down, but her calm was making me more nervous and fear was becoming bigger.

"LET ME GO! I SHOULDN'T BE HERE! YOONGI! YOONGI! WHAT DID YOU DO TO ME, CARRIE? HOW DID YOU GET PAST THEM?" By now, I was already walking through the whole room, desperate and uncontrolled, while Carrie was trying to calm me by saying I had never left.

"That's a lie!" I threw a vase of flowers at her. The vase hit and cut her head and she fell, unconscious