I first just wandered. Once I was thoroughly lost I went to the first bedroom door I saw and knocked. Jungkook opened it.

"I'm lost." I told him. He laughed and grabbed my hand, pulling me down the hall. We turned two corners before he opened a door.

"The kitchen." He said. It was roomy. Then he dragged me to a frosted glass door.

"Pantry." 

Then he dragged me to a living room and down a hall. He stopped in front of a blue door. Namjoon's door. 

"Here we are. Bye!" He giggled and skipped off. I heard Jimin yell something about clean socks and underwear on the couch. I knocked on the blue door after a second and Namjoon opened it. He stared me down.

"Why did you knock?" He asked. 

"Uh."

"It's your room too, you don't need to." 

He stepped away from the door and I entered. All the boxes were open and spread out. I reached into the first one. My shirts. 

"Can I help?"  He looked down at his socks.

"Yeah. Would you help me hang these shirts up please?" 

"Yes, thank you." He sat next to me and started hanging up the many shirts. I grabbed my favorite hoodie and smiled. The black hoodie with white stripes around the arm was plain, probably boring to most, but Hailey had given it to me. My sister had been sent away from home after announcing that she was lesbian.

"If you will hand those to me I'll go put them in the closet." Namjoon proposed. I smiled and handed him my stack of shirts. 

I moved to the next box, pulling out leggings. I started folding, Namjoon came back and helped after a minute. 

When all my shorts, shirts, pants and skirts were put away Namjoon said he needed to do something. 

"Go ahead. Ill see you later." He left without another word.

I finished unpacking my underwear, now shoes. Once those were all done I moved on to a large box. My bedspread. I made up the bed with the black silk sheets and golden comforter. When the golden pillow cases covered the four pillows, Namjoon came back. 

He smiled and grabbed the next box. His cheeks grew red rather fast and he looked away.

I tilted my head. The six other boys burst into the room and announced they would help. Kookie went over to Namjoon and burst into laughter. Jin went over and so did Jimin. They turned red and Jin smacked Kookie. Suga raced over with J-hope and V. 

"Aish! Don't be a pervert!!" Suga glared at Kookie. Ok, now I needed to know. I went over and gasped. That box contained my bras. A lacy sexy one was spread across the top. The other boys were embarrassed but Kookie was cracking up. I couldn't help it. I fell onto the ground with my laughter. Me and Jungkook gasped and looked at each other. His face was red as he tried to contain his laughter. I had finally calmed myself down. As soon as his eyes meet mine I burst into laughter. He did the same and Jin started giggling. Then J-hope. Then Namjoon let out a laugh. Finally Suga. Jimin looked horrified, but he too laughed.

"I. Can't. Breathe!" I gasped. 

"Me neither!" Kookie cried. Tears were streaming down Jin's cheeks and Namjoon was just shaking. His whole body shook but no noise could get through. He was laughing to hard. We finally managed to calm down and the other boys left. I unpacked my bras and Namjoon unpacked my photos and taped them to my wall. When all my boxes were unpacked but one Kookie came back.

"Oh god, don't look at me!" I cried, not wanting to laugh anymore. He looked down, veins stuck out in his face. He burst into giggles.

"Get out before we all suffocate!" Namjoon threw a pillow at him. Kook ran away, giggling.

We both moved to the last box. I reached forward at the same time as him, our fingers touching. We both moved away at the same time, forgetting about the box. He looked at me, his pink cheeks.

"Umm... I'm going to go ask Jin what's for dinner... um.. be back!" He sputtered, rushing away. I sighed and looked in the box. My electronics. I unpacked them all and put them up before wondering what to do with the boxes. 

"Harley! Dinner!" I heard Taehyung yell. I jumped over the box and opened the door. I knew I would get lost instantly. I turned down the other hall meandered around until I saw the living room. I opened the kitchen door and saw Jin putting food on plates.

"Harley? Why aren't you at the dinner table?" He asked me. 

"Well, I got lost, and now ill just help you!" I took four of the plates. He frowned but didn't complain. Namjoon walked in and took two plates, one from me and one from Jin. Then he frowned and took another from my arms. Jin shook his head and whisked it away.

"No way!! These are the last plates, God of destruction!!" Jin cried. I tilted my head and Namjoon went over to the fridge. He grabbed a 4-litter bottle of Coca-Cola and a stack of red plastic cups. He lead the way and I followed him and Jin. He turned down one hallway and opened a brown door. The dining room was huge, with space for ten people. I sat next to Namjoon, nervous around all the boys. He smiled at me and I passed out the plates. All the boys bowed their heads and thanked me. 

"Harley-ah, would you like some coke?" J-Hope asked me. 

I nodded and thanked him. Everyone dug into their food and I watched for a moment before eating all of mine. I didn't want to be rude to Jin, who worked hard to make this, but I knew I'd have to puke this up later. I sighed into my soda. Namjoon turned his head at me and I smiled softly. He smiled back but his eyes were worried.

*Later*

Me and Namjoon were in our room, he was stretched out on the floor and I was curled up in my desk chair. 

"Namjoon?" 

"Yeah?"

"Where is the bathroom? I need to shower..." I mumbled, embarrassed. He smiled and pointed at the white door in our room. I had thought it was a extra closet but I guess not.

I thanked him, grabbed my oversized shirt and short-shorts and hopped into the bathroom. Once I was naked and the water was running I allowed tears to openly stream.

'Useless bitch. It's your fault he is dead.'

'All you do is ruin lives.'

'Die you fucking suck'

'No one loves you' 

' Fuck you'

' It will always be your fault Harley.' 

' He didn't does this.'

The words in my head swirled around like an ocean tide. 

It was my fault. 

I grabbed the blade off the counter. My shaving razor. I didn't just cut the hair on my legs. 

Blood trickled down my legs, arms, and finally waist. Ten minutes passed before I slit my wrists gently. 

"I hate you, Harley." I whispered to the mirror. My cuts clotted and I sighed. 

I shoved my middle finger down my throat, flipping myself off as I made myself puke. Then I hoped in the shower.

Here comes the memories.

-Flashback- 

I was 14, ready for my first day of high school. My baby brother, who was 9, looked up at me.

"Har har, will you take me to your school?" Jacob begged. I ruffled his black hair.

"No. Come on, ill walk you to your school, it's just past mine." 

We both yelled goodbye to our parents and stepped out into the warm sunny world. We walked slowly, happy to be near each other and happy that the weather wasn't as hot. We turned down a street corner. I saw an alley way that led straight to my school.

But it wouldn't be safe for Jacob. I kept walking, even though I really didn't think anything bad would happen. One more street corner and we were in the scariest part of our walk. I held his hand so he wouldn't get scared. 

"Harley, I'm scared!" He whined. I squeezed his hand. In the middle of the street stood a man with black clothes. He was thin and tall, but his face was covered. He came over to us, and I pushed Jacob behind me.

"Little girl, do you know what sex is?" The man asked, his voice was smooth and slimy.

"Yes." 

"Well, we can have it. Right now." He pulled out a knife, ready to kill me. 

"No!!" Jacob screamed, jumping between me and the man. I grabbed my brothers arm at the same time as the man.

"Well well, what do we have here? You don't talk to me like that little boy. You're coming with me!" He pulled my brother away from me.

"No!" I yelled, pulling my brother. The man sighed and reached over to me, grabbing my arm in his hand. 

"Dont be rude Bitch."

He twisted his arm, snapping mine. I screamed and dropped Jake's arm. The man smacked me on the back of the head. The edges of the world became black and I fell over. 

When I woke up it was dark. I ran home, absolutely terrified. Jacob wasn't at home, neither was mom or dad. My older brother sat at the table, his head in his hands. 

"Mikey where is Jake and mommy and daddy?" I begged. His head snapped up.

"YOU'RE OK!! Omg!! Ok, I have to calm the police and mom and dad and we need to know what happened!" He wrapped his arms around me. Tears streamed down his face.

"What is going on?"

He called the police and our parents. When everyone was here they asked a bunch of questions. I told them what I knew and they took me to the hospital. I was there for a week. 

Every day I went out and asked the police if they had any leads on my baby brother. 

One day, I was home alone when a package was delivered. A heart was inside the box. I threw up and screamed, terrified. 

The heart was proven to be Jacob's. They found his head later. The killer was found and put in jail. He admitted that he had tortured Jacob for the whole month, almost killing him everyday. I couldn't stop crying. My baby brother was dead because of that man.

Everyone blamed me for Jake's death except Ivey and Mike. 

Even I blamed me.