"is Jungkook here today?"i look up at the psychologist. he didnt turn up again.
"thats fine" she sighs as she answered the question for me.
"when did you first meet jungkook"
"i met him after my parents past away. i was crying in the park and he approached me. at first i only befriended him because of his cute bunny smile but after time he became my bestfriend." i say with a smile as i flashback to little Jungkook.
the psycologist turns to my foster parents. "its just a coping mechanism after loosing both her parents".
i turn to her and growl. "hes real as real as anything can be"
"thats it send her to the mental institution" i hear my foster father say with no emotion.my eyes start to water. mental institution what do they mean. he's real. completely real.i start to rage. throwing chairs, vases, books and even the table until i feel a prickle on my neck. and everything goes black.
