So I Had My Story Written In A Journal And Lost The Journal (this Is Why Electronics Are Useful Kids!)...

So I had my story written in a journal and lost the journal (this is why electronics are useful kids!)... But I found the journal so gonna get it on the computer, edit it, and hopefully post it very soon! Sorry for the long wait! It's coming soon! Really this time lol XD

The next day Boston told his psychologist that he had been trying to commit suicide and that he didn’t know why. The session lasted an hour and he answered all the questions with lies, making it sound like he had done everything to himself. When the psychologist pointed out that he had said the exact opposite before, Boston responded with, “I don’t want my parents to know. This IS confidential right?”

    When Boston was sixteen, his parents decided to move. They told him that they were hoping a change in scenery would help him. There was a very good psychologist out around where they were moving. He could start a new life and live happily. Boston flat out refused to move. He was sixteen and strong enough that they couldn’t drag him forcefully out of the house. The only thing they would be able to do would be to call the authorities. At that thought, he ran to his room, confiding in the maid. When she heard the news, she immediately burst into tears. She didn’t want to be alone. Boston was her only friend, the only one that would pay any attention to her. They had grown close. How could he leave her? Boston reassured her that he wasn’t going anywhere. They would come up with something. That night was a restless one.

Perks and Querks of Dating Jungkook

That whim you get of dating Jungkook even though you know you're way too old to be thinking about stuff like that and anyway you live in completely different countries but you still can't help but think of small querks and perks of dating him.......

1. Listening to him sing quietly to himself while he does random things that don't require thinking.

2. Staying up late and quietly listening to him rustle around, eat snacks, and do laundry (cause we all know he's fairly restless at night).

3. Holding him in your arms and carding your fingers through his slightly damp hair right after he gets home from dance practice, sweaty and exhausted. It's a little gross, with him being nasty and sweaty from working all day and if you're honest his breath doesn't smell the best (he's been snacking all day on junk food and his breath isn't exactly minty) but it's Jeon Jungkook and his first choice after coming home from work is to go straight into your arms to rest and that makes it all 180% worth it.

4. Asking him to dance for you and anticipating whether he'll be shy or cocky about it.

5. Going to his concert and screaming your lungs out and hoping against hope you get one flicker of eye contact with him and knowing that he's YOURS and ONLY yours, knowing it's not allowed and so very wrong but that's (even just a tiny bit) part of the thrill isn't it?

6. Laying your head in his lap and falling asleep to the feeling of him fidgeting with your hair and the sound of him singing softly.

7. Muscles.

8. Him being a brat and not wanting to share snacks, resulting in you chasing each other all over the house trying to get them, laughing and being dorks. It's a little childish, but he never had a child hood and this is the best he's got, and you're not as fast or strong as him and you can't keep going as long, but it's fun while it lasts.

9. Teasing him endlessly about how good his songs are and watching him blush.

10. Pictures pictures pictures pictures.

11. Having singing competitions with him. He always wins of course and it's embarrassing for you sometimes, but you still love it because Jeon Jungkook that's why.

12. That weird little criss cross position he sleeps in.

13. Bare face.

14. Buying him cheap little birthday presents even though he asked you not to and watching him do that little awkward smile as he looks at the trinket he could have bought a million of but it's the thought that counts.

15. Staring in shocked awe every time he walks through the door because no matter how many times it happens you'll never get used to the fact that you're dating THE Jeon Jungkook...

There are a couple relieving months of nothing. Just boring days, going to school, going home, talking with Jr and Sam, and sometimes hanging out. You ask questions about being a werewolf any time you’re alone with the boys. It’s fascinating hearing Jr’s stories and the mechanics of different types of werewolves. You’re starting to relax and enjoy life. You know you shouldn’t. Any time you try reintegrate into “normal” everything shatters around you. This time is no acception. You, Jr, and Sam have been hanging out at a cafe all day, goofing around and having fun. You’ve learned to ignore Jr’s snarky comments by now, and you’re realising that he’s just not changing, but you’ve accepted that. He may be difficult to be around sometimes, but he’s still your friend. You giggle as you lead the way out of the cafe. It’s past dark by now, the stars and moon are out bright. It’s not a full moon, so you’re not worried about it being dark. The stars are beautiful and you lean your head back, enjoying the view. Jr and Sam are goofing off behind you, but you ignore them. Tonight is nice, and you want to remember this, the bright stars, the light breeze, the empty streets, it’s all so beautiful. You’re interrupted by a sudden outbreak of snarls in an alley near the cafe. You, Jr, and Sam all turn at the same time. A sudden howl goes up and Jr’s eyes widen, “That’s my pack.”

When Boston was fourteen, his parents found him in his room with a knife through his stomach. He was hospitalized and his parents said he had “attempted suicide”. As soon as he was strong enough, he tried to tell them he hadn’t been trying to kill himself, someone had dared him to do it while they were playing truth or dare. His parents made appointments with a psychologist on account of him having no friends over… Ever… When he told the maid that, she punished him. She said it was because he had almost gotten her in trouble, that he should lie and say that he had tried to commit suicide. The punishment was harsh, too harsh to be a game. She sat on his bed and gestured for him to stand in front of her. He hesitated, but when her eyes narrowed, he hurried to obey. Once he was firmly between her knees, her legs clamped tight enough to bruise, she placed a hand on his stomach. His breath hitched and he stared at her, excitement and horror writhing around inside him. Then her fingers sank through his stomach. He whimpered and grabbed her wrist, but she was much stronger than he was. He coughed as her hand sank deeper in him and her fingers slowly wrapped around his intestines. He whimpered, tugging on her wrist, but she just gave him a condescending look and slowly started twisting his guts. He started to fight, coughing and struggling to get away, but she didn’t stop. He felt a rip and pop and could swear his waste was spilling out inside of him. He squeezed his eyes shut as blood ran from his mouth. It was filling his lungs now. He gagged. Finally, her hand retracted and he slumped into her, unable to fall on the floor as her legs were still holding him up with bruising force. Then her fingers were digging into his eye sockets. That’s when he started screaming. He fought and writhed and struggled to get away from her as she tried to claw his eyeballs out from under his eyelids. He sobbed and fought desperately, “No! No! Please I’m sorry please don’t-” His voice broke as he sobbed.

    His maid finally pulled back, laughing a little, “I think you’ve learned your lesson, yes?”

    Her knees loosened and Boston sank to the floor. She stroked his hair gently as he waited for the taste of blood to fade from his mouth. Her voice, now soft, filtered into his ringing ears, “If you mess up again, I’ll actually rip them out.”

    Boston whimpered and nodded, “I-I won’t mess up…”

    “Good…”

    She cleaned the blood up off the floor while Boston slept. She was the maid anyway and Boston had to go to the psychologist the next day. He slept fitfully that night, but the next day was prepared to lie.

As the sun grew closer to the horizon, casting its golden streaks over the house, the maid finally came up with a plan, “You have to hide. I know a good place. They’ll never find you. Then you can stay with me…”

    Boston was exhausted and sore. He was broken and defeated. He had never really stood a chance. The maid had molded him and raised him exactly how she wanted him. So when she gave him this proposition, he didn’t argue. He nodded wordlessly and followed her. She opened a secret hatch in the wall that Boston had never seen before, “You must hide in here.”

    He knelt and crawled in, blindly trusting her, too tired to argue. It was so small he could barely fit. He couldn’t even turn around. The maid shut the hatch and there was silence. Then he could see the maids face in front of him in the dim light. He hadn’t realized that the cubby went forward more. Soon he heard his parents calling for him. The maid smiled and put a finger to her lips. He nodded and stayed quiet. He wasn’t leaving. After a while of searching, his parents left the house. ‘They probably think I ran off…’ His eyes slipped shut. He was so exhausted. The maid started hummng softly and soon he was asleep.