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@[f] huang zitao Jongdae smiled and took the taller's hand. Getting up, he stumbled a bit as his legs grew a bit numb for sitting so long. "What do you want to eat?" He wrote slowly as they exited the room and headed for the elevators. He tried to stretch his legs, subtly, as they walked and waited in the elevator.

@[f] huang zitao Jongdae shook his head and bit his lip. "Just promise me that you won't fall to their knees and believe everything they say. Okay?" He shifted so that he was sitting next to the taller and continued writing in a way for the elder to see it as he wrote. "They'll make you believe the stupidest things and then they'll try to make you to fall for their beliefs in making you think that you're horrible because your one of the most dangerous ones. They will tear you down bit by bit. That's what they tried to do to me but... you can't break down wall that are already demolished." He paused for a bit to flex his hand before writing again. "With that aside, how about we go get some food in the cafeteria?" He looked at Zitao, hoping that his explanation was good enough and that they could just go and get their mind of things.

@[f] huang zitao With a smile and a nod, he wrote,"Thank you, hyung^^. I appreciate it~ do you want to start now or do it next time?" He looked at the elder, waiting for his answer. "We can take it slow. And we'll stop whenever you want." He paused for a minute before writing again. "Okay I sound like those robots of workers for a moment there. >< Eww." Jongdae shuddered slightly before continuing. "Promise me you won't fall for their traps whatever it is alright?" He looked at Zitao with the most fear filled eyes for what could happen if the new patient did.

@[f] huang zitao Jondgae looked at Zitao in slight shock. 'So it is true.' He thought. He was slightly scared but he was weirdly fine at the fact. Chen wrote down on his pad, "It's fine. I'm not worried. I believe your words." He showed the elder with a soft smile and a hand on his knee. When he got his note book back, he wrote, "I'd be lying if I said I wasn't scared but I won't be running from this. I'd like to be your friend. Is that okay? And if you want we could try to slowly get rid of the urges to eat people? But even of we can't I still want to be your friend."

@[f] huang zitao JongDae stared at Tao, a little shocked, for a bit before asking again. "M-may I ask how? If you don't want to talk about it, it's fine. And if you think I'll be scared away... I won't. Promise^^~. I'll try to understand whatever reason you have for killing them." He wrote. He was scared that the rumors could be true but he had a feeling that even if they were, he wouldn't be harmed by the elder. He didn't know why he felt that way, but he felt somewhat safe, standing in the presence of the taller. Chen shifted on the bed and waited for Zitao to answer. He waited patiently, knowing that it was hard to share personal information to a stranger. JongDae looked at Tao with sincerity to reassure Tao that his words were true.

@[f] huang zitao Jongdae's eyes widened in surprise and shook his head. "No. No it's fine. Really. Besides if I leave and am forced to be around a whole bunch of outside noises and not be able to be one of them... I'd probably go insane." He quickly wrote. "Man I wish I had a machine to help me talk... it'd be so much easier than writing it all down. Faster too." He pouted. "So why're you in here?" He questioned, handing the notebook back to Tao. He tried to change the subject. Killing his father wouldn't even make a difference. He'd still be mute and he'd never be able to sing again. At least not for a long time. He had wanted to drift the topic but he didn't know what else to tell the elder so he decided that he was just going to 'go with the flow'.

@[f] huang zitao "My fear isn't exactly a fear... if that makes sense..." Jongdae looked up at Zitao with a soft smile. "The only way to tell you my fear is by telling you my story." He continued writing, with a gulp. He was scared to talk about it again but he needed to share what had happened to him many many years ago. "It all started with my father. He and my mom got into a car accident because of him and it caused my mother her life. He blamed himself but took it out on me. He abused me every single day. I was just lucky he didn't start ually abusing me as well.. but there was this one day where he beat me so bad, I had a concussion and I didn't know. I went to school and played soccer. The bullies we're targeting me that day. For not having a mom that's living and a father that loves me. So they kicked the ball at my head, which caused blood to drip from my ears and make me pass out. When I woke again, I tried to speak but I couldn't. I became depressed and tried to kill myself several times... and my friends sent me here... and I've stayed here ever since then. I'm too afraid to go back. Having a possibility to run into my dad again... I just can't." When he finished writing, he handed Zitao the notepad and massaged his hand. He wished that he could just sign. It would've been easier for him.

@[f] huang zitao Chuckling silently, Jongdae nodded with a sad heart. "Of course but I don't think anyone could help me with my fears unless they find a way of me to be cured as a mute." He continued writing. "But thanks... it means a lot." For the first time, Chen has found someone who sounded genuine about comforting him. For the first time in soo many years. He was happy and he felt like crying. He felt as if Zitao is one of the only few, he could trust his feelings to and wouldn't make fun of him.

@[f] huang zitao Seeing the look in the elder's eyes, Chen quickly wrote. "Don't worry. If they think that you're normal again, they'll let you out. I'm a totally different case than the other mutes. Truthfully, I should have been out a long time ago. I just... couldn't leave. I was... afraid I guess?" He looked away as he let Zitao read his new message. He stared at the ground sadly and played with the edge of edge of the paper as he waited for the older to respond. As he waited, he felt his eyes become teary as he thought about how he became a mute. He tried to stay calm so he wouldn't hyperventilate. Jongdae closed his eyes and tried to follow his counselor's words of advice. 'In, Out, In, Out... find a happy place find-' It didn't work. His only happy place was when he sang but he could never do that again and it killed him.

@[f] huang zitao Jongdae blink before turning to the first page, he'd thought the taller had read. He showed it to the elder and smiled softly. When he was sire that Zito had read his message, he moved to the next empty spot and wrote, "I've been here for about four or more years. I actually don't really remember. I think I've been in here longer... but I'm not sure." He smiled softly. "So are you a hyung? I'm 20 years old." He wrote again. He tried to change the subject and he'd really wanted to ask if the taller was really a cannibal but he thought that it'd be terribly rude to. He shifted on the bed as he waited for Zitao to answer.

@[f] huang zitao Jongdae was dying of nervousness when he stepped into the taller's room. There were rumors about how the man in front of him was a psychotic cannibal. Even though the rumors were probably true, he wanted to go greet the man. He quickly wrote in his notebook before showing it to the taller. "Sorry if I was bothering you. And sorry for the way I have to speak. I don't have another way to communicate to you unless you can read sign language?" After the younger read his message he wrote again. "How are you?" He felt incredibly awkward but he wanted to be nice and try to carry on a conversation.

@[f] huang zitao Jongdae walked slowly to the dorm that the new patient was being held in. It was buzzing around everywhere that there was a new, handsome 'flawed' coming in today.
'If the gossip is true, I guess it wouldn't hurt to go say hi...' he thought. Arriving upon the room, he gently knocked on the door, having his introduction already written out on his notepad.
"Hi my name is Jongdae or Chen if you'd prefer. I hope we could become friends in this asylum." It read. Well what was he supposed to say? -'Hi I'm Chen and I'd like to welcome you as a part of the freaks'-? Yeah. That'd make a great welcome of a punch.
As soon as the door opened, he flashed a soft, genuine smile and held onto his notebook, nervously. What if the new patient didn't like him? What if he, like almost everyone else, thought it would be fun to pick on a mute?
He held his breath, holding up the sign at his chest, waiting for the new guy to answer.