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Sooyoung did nothing wrong.
This belief pumps through her head -- through her bones, as vibrant as the carmine which spilled across the floor not an hour before, as she held her breath inside of her throat. She’s innocent, and maybe a bitch -- a bit of a big bitch, at that -- but she didn’t assault anyone. She protected herself.
And yet here she is, an omega, in detainment. For god knows how long.
Consciousness doesn’t last very long-- the clock ticks, more stabilizer is pumped into her system, and she drowns in it, falling back under it’s thrall. She doesn’t dream -- she simply loses touch with existence, vision swirling before it finally failed her and she drifted into nothingness.
When she wakes up, she isn’t so scared anymore.
A weight has been lifted off of her shoulders -- the gash on her hand is completely healed, and there’s a smiling woman waking her up. Telling her she can go home. The government healed your wounds, she said. You’re safe in our care, and you’re free to go home.
Park Sooyoung smiles, tiredly, and believes her, the color in her eyes dull.
She goes home -- to the puppy she’d unwillingly adopted, collapsing on her bed with an exhale of exhaustion. Her first thought is to call unni, to let her know she’s okay -- but Jinah can wait. Sooyoung is tired. She wants to sleep. ( She would never skip out on calling if it was something important. )
Sleep is nice. ( This isn’t right. This isn’t right. )
Sooyoung starts to drift, unaware of the artificial sweetness that had been pumped into her chest. ( She shouldn’t feel like this. )
She has faith that everything will be okay -- they’ll be alright.
( She isn’t okay. )