So, you're probably wondering what I did after I moved to New York, aren't you?

Firstly, I got to know my cousin, his name's Jason, but everyone calls him Jay. He's now the person that I go to whenever there's a problem or I need help. He's my rock. I told him all about Mum and Dad and Alex and Jack and he thought it was terrible what Alex did and he told me if he ever met him, he'd want to beat the shit into him.

I'm currently 22 and I just moved out of Jay's house and into my own apartment. I work in a guitar shop, and I've worked there since I was 17.

School here in New York was terrible, everyone was so mean and I didn't make any friends at all, everyday I just begged that Jack would magically show up and take me away. But it never happened.

Now for the biggest question. Am I over Alex? Definitely not. It's been 7 years and I'm still in love with him, its horrible because everyday I remember that I'm in love with a monster, and I can't help it. I haven't spoken to him or Jack since I left Baltimore, and it kills me more and more each day not knowing if they're happy or what they're doing with their lives.

Without any further ado, here's the story of what happened 7 years after I left Baltimore.