A/N: Hey guys! The title for this chapter is a song by the kpop idol Jonghyun. He, unfortunately, committed suicide in December of 2017. Koko, as you will see a glimpse of in this chapter isn't in a very good mental state. If you are in any way struggling please don't hesitate to talk to either me or E (she's the best)*. Anyway! I know these past few chapters have been long but we do need to cover a lot more plot in one chapter if we want to keep this story at a reasonable number of chapters. I know some things are not accurate to the '80s, but we are trying our best so bear with us, please. Sorry for the long note and please leave a review. We would love to hear it.

- K

The End of a Day

Keosha laid in her bed staring blankly at the ceiling. The past few days had gone by so fast that she hadn't had time to think at all, which was probably a good thing if she was being honest. Her mind drifted to the events that had happened on that day. She had met some interesting people that she would like to know more, met ghosts, been on moving staircases. This day had been a whirlwind but the one memory that she kept coming back to, one that she would probably never forget, was her sorting. That was an experience, a quite uncomfortable one that she hoped would never happen again. Having someone go through your mind was one thing but knowing it and hearing them speak in your head was something else entirely. The words of the hat kept playing in her head, like a broken cassette player.

"You don't have a studious mind that is fit for Ravenclaw."

"You are too distrusting for Hufflepuff."

"You lack the ambition for Slytherin."

"Gryffindor is the best choice, but I hope you learn to rely on others."

Relying on others…..it seemed like such a foreign concept. Everyone that she has tried to rely on has left or hurt her in some way, except for Spencer, which to this day surprises her. Slowly, her thoughts went down the very familiar yet still as painful road to her insecurities and god-awful memories. This was not good. Nothing Keosha tried to do could stop that decent. Tears started slowly pouring down the side of her face. She tried her best to be quiet, so as to not to disturb the other girls in the dorm. All she ever wanted was people to hug her, hold her and not leave. She hated this crushing feeling of loneliness that she felt in her chest.

If this was just another night like in the past, she could climb out of the window, walk over to Spencer's house, call him from his window, and walk to their secret safe place. She couldn't do that now because it would make others misunderstand their relationship. She and Spencer were closer than most friends but that was only because they were each other's rock and helper in fighting their demons, both metaphorical and not.

Keosha carefully reached out to her coat that was beside her bed and took out the little book and the pen that were in the pocket. She took them everywhere, even if she didn't use them, the thought that they were there was comforting. Immediately, she started writing. She wrote about nothing and everything. She just wrote like her life depended on it, and maybe it did. Writing was Keosha's escape from her thoughts, from reality. It grounded her when she didn't have anyone to do that.

She kept on writing, it was just a bunch of random words strung together at this point but she didn't stop. She didn't stop until her eyes started burning. Only then did she put the pen and notebook aside. She looked at the time, it was 1:08 am. It was time to sleep, tomorrow was going to be a tiring day. She laid down once again and closed her eyes. Keosha descended into a fitful sleep, but it was sleep nonetheless.

Hopefully, tomorrow would be a better day.