That's a lie.

Well, nothing bad happened. Nothing interesting in general happened. Well, that's what I thought. You see, something here happened that changed me. It was a small detail but, it was like the butterfly effect in a way. It changed everything. Well, not everything, but a lot of things. Like my philosophical knowledge of good and evil, or really, the lack of it.

Wait... it actually changes my perspective of hell... Guess it does change everything.

My bedroom was under construction because it has safety issues. You know, it might just come down on me and bury me alive. That's why we're gonna have reinforced walls! Yay!

One ramification of that was that I had nowhere to sleep at night, and unlike my friends, I need sleep because I am a damn human. You ever wished that we, humans, don't have to sleep?

After tossing and turning on the coach, I decided that I was never gonna sleep in here. I suddenly remembered the first couple nights in Yoongi's room. I slept best there. But not after what happened. I guess. Somehow, I decided that a good night's sleep was worth the fact that I was gonna sleep with a psychopath.

I crept quietly to Yoongi's room. There was light spilling out from the crack between the door and the frame. So he was still awake. I prepared to knock, and as if an amateur author wrote this very moment, Yoongi opened the door.

"Hello," If he was surprised, he didn't show it.

"Mind if I sleep here?" I asked him awkwardly. Well, life wasn't going great for me at that particular moment.

"As long as you don't take up the whole thing. Then I would have to move you, and we both know how heavy you are" he replied simply. Well, I was kinda angry at him for that insult but anything for a night's sleep, right? He opened the door for me to come in. He went out in the hallway. Well, at least I could fall asleep without him staring creepily at me the whole time.

I flipped the light switch off and made my way to the bed and basically fell asleep before my head hit the pillow. I was pretty sure, but don't quote me on that.

So what was different? Why did I waste your precious 10 minutes reading this? Because, well, you'll see. I guess I got less afraid of him. I guess. Well, keep that in your mind as my life story progresses (I just realized how depressingly short it is). I'll continue the story now...