Your love is my turning page 

Where only the sweetest words remain

Every kiss is a cursive line

Every touch is a redefining phrase

Nothing prepared me for

What the privilege of being yours would do

Prologue

Dear diary, 

So, apparently Mr. Lee wants me to jot down every emotion, feeling, or random thought that I may have down in you. New doctors, new methods of achieving a breakthrough. Well, first random thought: I think this 'venting' stuff is bull. In fact, it's probably just a ploy that makes his job as a psychiatrist easier. *If I am right and you did steal this damn diary Mr. Lee, I hope you're aware that nothing you do will 'fix' me.* Not unless you can un-drown my parents and fill my lungs with water instead. I should have died that night, not them. I mean, if they had lived, I would imagine their life would be much more satisfying than mine now. Sure they would miss me, they'd probably mourn me for a while and always keep me in their hearts, but they'd have each other. 

They would have someone alive and breathing to love and seek comfort in. But no, they're dead. And I'm left with no one to love. No one to seek comfort in. No one at all.

They would have the chance to have another child, one probably ten times better than me-- but that's not a choice for me. I can't just conjure up another set of parents. And no matter how many homes Child Protective Services try to put me in, they can't conjure me parents either. They can tell me it's my 'new family' all they want, but come on, we all know that the title is temporary until 'new' becomes 'old' and I'm transferred to another home. Speaking of which, it looks like unlucky person stuck with me has arrived. Great. 

I honestly don't see how writing in this thing will help, 

- Moon Sena

Jongin was coming home from soccer practice when he saw his mother's car park in the driveway. She stepped out from the drivers side, while a unfamiliar figure emerged from the passengers side. From where he was standing down the street, he could only see her back. The girl had long locks of light ash brown hair, her natural black roots showing at the top. She had a slim, slender frame, and wore clothes that didn't exactly compliment her nice body. 

The thought didn't click with Jongin until he saw his mother help the girl grab her luggage from the trunk, which only composed of two duffel bags and a worn out black Jansport. Ah, she was the reason why he had to go out to the store at midnight yesterday-- after much detest and protest-- and buy new household items, he thought to himself. A new toothbrush, towel, pillowcase, etcetra etcetra. She must be the new foster child that his mom was assigned with. 

He continued down the road until he reached his house, stepping on the driveway to see that his mother and the girl had already entered the house. The fact that the new foster was a girl made Jongin stop in front of the rearview mirror of his car to check himself out. He always made sure to look nice in front of girls, regardless of who they might be. He pulled his shirt up to wipe the beads of sweat from his face, and then messed around with his hair until it looked presentable. After one last check of his reflection, now he was ready to enter his home and greet the new addition.

When he stepped in, he was immediately met with her eyes. They were dark chocolate brown, contrasting with her pale skin and cherry lips. They were chapped, as if she bit down on them too much. 

"Jongin! Perfect, you're home just in time!" Seohyun, his mother, called, running over to him and pulling him over to the living area where Sena was sitting uncomfortably. "This is Sena, she'll be staying us for the next few months. Sena, this is my son, Jongin." Seohyun introduced. 

Jongin dropped his bag on the faux minc carpet to wave at her, a complimentary smile included. To his dismay however, Sena only replied with a nod that meant something along the lines of 'I acknowledged your presence'. Jongin brushed it off, guessing that her fronted, cold behavior must be because of the fact that she was in a unfamiliar home. 

"Sweetheart, why don't you bring Sena's items up to her room for her while we sort together the foster papers. Sena, your room will be across the hall from Jongin's," Seohyun said pointing to the bags on the floor, which Jongin picked up along with his own to bring upstairs. "I hope you don't mind sharing a bathroom with him, I haven't gotten around to finishing the renovations for the other bathroom." 

"It's fine," Sena said with a nod. This was the first time Jongin heard her soft voice. It sounded half raspy, half sweet yet smooth. "I'm gonna go bring these up," he said, to which Seohyun nodded and Sena watched. She didn't think much of him, since from past experiance, she knew that the birth children in foster situations despised the fostered child. After a while, her need to warm up to them and get to know them went away. 

After Jongin disapeared up the staircase, Seohyun and Sena reviewed the fostering paperwork. Sena gave Seohyun every security number, date of birth, and detail she needed, while Seohyun saw the way Sena spoke with sadness. She could see how broken the girl was, and why her boss was so adamant towards her to foster Sena. He wanted someone he trusted he knew would take good care of the girl. 

Jongin laid the bags onto the queen sized bed and made his way out of the cream painted room. His mother had designed the room to be neutral since it was suppose to serve as a guest room, but now, he guess it was longer guest. It was Sena's room. As he walked out of the room, Sena was approaching it, which cause them to bump into each other. Sena's foot hooked under the long rug that adorned the hall, which cause her to topple backwards-- destination: hard floor. 

Like lightnening, Jongin wrapped his arms around her waist, catching her midway before she would hit the ground. Not realizing that she was literally doing the dip dance move with a total stranger, Sena froze in place. 

"Careful there," he said, still suspending her at a 45 degree angle. 

"You bumped into me," she replied, standing up on her own and detaching herself from him. 

Jongin was taken back by her response. The last time something like this happened to him, the girl he caught emitted hearts from her eyes. This girl however, gave him the cold shoulder as if he didn't just saved her from falling on the ground. 

"What's your problem?" His mouth spoke before his brain could think. If his brain did have a say, he totally would have remembered his mother telling him about the rough situation Sena has had to live through.

Sena, who was about to close the door on him, stopped in her place. She turned around, and shot him a look that was something along the lines of uninterested and peeved. "Look, I appreciate your mom taking me in. I really do. But, if you want me to thank you for catching me, you won't get it. You should have just let me hit the ground." She told him matter of factly. 

Jongin scoffed. Since when do people want to get hurt instead of being spared?

She does, she should have been.

"And as for your question... I don't even tell my therapist about my problems, so what makes you think I'll tell you?" Sena challenged, shutting the door so that he would have a chance to reply. She looked around her new room, which only made her missed her own one even more.

She leaned against the leaned, bringing her knees to her chest, hugging them tight. Soon, she found herself with tear soaked skinny jeans and uncontrollable sniffles. You would think that after her third home, she wouldn't cry anymore, but no. Every house just made her yearn for her original home, which only brought on thoughts of the loving parents she shared the home with. The parents that were no longer in the picture.

yo yo yo this is mix of the vampire dairies plotline and the fosters plotline. I find inspiration addicting tv shows. feel free to suscribe, comment, and or sell your soul to me :)