Journal (1/1)

Kai stalked me all the way to the bus station. He did not ask questions, but he rather just held me close as if to comfort me. it wasn’t before we waited for the bus he took a step forward, wiped my tears away and exhaled. “I don’t know what’s going on, but… I really want to ask.” Kai muttered low, looking around to see if there was anyone near to listen. I kept staring at the bus routes, trying to figure out which I could take to get home. “He’s your ex, isn’t he?” He asked careful, holding a hand on my shoulder. I was unable to like, nodding my head like an idiot. “And…” kai hesitated, and I knew he knew something was wrong. “And he… has unnatural red eyes.” He muttered low, almost as if he did not want me to hear. “And super speed. Does he have… super powers? Or…” Kai mumbled under his breath, seeming he was embarrassed to even think the thought.“Please, let it go for now.” I mumbled, spotting a bus driving this way. luckily, it was the one going to Sunshill. “For now, let it go.” I said once more, drying my tears entirely as the bus stopped before us. “Fine. For now, But I won’t give in.” Kai said as I entered the bus and paid my fee. I went to the furthest back, burying my face into my hands and took a deep breath. everything was so unreal. Minho appearing out of nowhere, stopping the kiss to happen, then leaving was just too unreal. He was there, and he had always been there. He hadn’t left me, he just refused to let us meet. It was so unfair- him being able to see me whenever he felt like it, but I was left in the darkness, not knowing if he was alive or not. Which was a stupid thought hence him being immortal. I felt a sudden rush of anger and unfairness, wanting him to apologize, wanting us to be together. I raged for a half an hour until I started crying again, the bus driving giving me weird looks. When I reached the farm, I angrily rushed inside the house, running down the stairs to Henry’s basement. I shot the door open, rushing through his simple living room, passing his bedroom door. If there would be any documents in this basement, it had to be in the storage room.I opened the door, only now a little afraid if either Thomas or Trinnie was home. The storage room was filled with brown boxes, them messily filling the small space. They were each marked with black dots and crosses, but I had no idea what they would mean. I carefully peeled off the tape from one of the boxes, opening it in silence while I closed the door behind me. my heart continued to beat hard as I remembered what Simon said. He found something interesting…I noticed the tape had already been peeled before, it weaker than before. Inside the box was several brown and black folders, each one of them marked with the initials LK. I knew for a fact that we all had the surname Lee, but who was the K? Inside the folders were thick books, also marked with LK. They seemed like diaries or journals, sparking my interest right away. I flipped and turned the journal, seeing them marked with a month. March, and the other April. I opened other boxes, seeing more journals that were marked with months. In the end, I had gathered several years’ worth of journals, all belonging to LK.I ended up opening one marked with December, nineteen-eleven. The earliest of them all. The first thing I spotted was a baby. A very cute baby with a button nose. It was a male, light skinned and a little dark hair at the top. He lay flat, arms flat against his body. It seemed unnatural in a way. there were more pictures, as if he was examined. The eyelids were carefully held open by a pair of thick adult fingers, showing the red orb of the baby. He had red eyes, yet it seemed the baby was unconscious. I got chills down my back, shivering of the thought of a red eyed baby. That would mean that he is… a blood drinker? I quickly shut my eyes, shivering my body and huffed. I quickly flipped a back, more pictures appearing. It was only pictures of the baby. Of its arms, legs, back, tummy, chin, cheeks, head. someone had documented the baby’s every detail. The next page finally had some text, my eyes settling on the top. December ninth. Nineteen-eleven. “The birth of Choi Minho…” I red out loud, holding my breath. I immediately flipped the page to the one before, staring at the male baby. I continued to