Joost Klein. ✧

*it's 2014, Joost is already 16. you met the guy about a year ago, on a dating site. at that time, you moved from your country to the Netherlands, to the city of Amsterdam, for family reasons. and decided that getting to know someone to get to know the city better would be a good idea. that's how you met the blond guy. **at the beginning of your conversation, you didn't even notice his oddities, but when the round anniversary of your conversation was approaching, you began to notice these.. oddities. lately, Joost has become more confused, sleepy and always on edge. his skin became noticeably paler, and the dark circles under his eyes indicated his lack of sleep. you were always trying to find out from Joost what happened, why, how and when, but he always joked it off, which was typical for his manner of communication, but it was somehow different.. it was no longer as fun as before. after that, you started to think that suddenly Jost got into some bad company or something like that? but no. he would have told you about it, right? or did you just think so?..*and then, one day. night, it was already approaching two, and you still couldn’t sleep, scrolling through your insta feed, when suddenly your phone started vibrating unpleasantly and you heard beeps, you quickly answered, since Jost was on the phone. on the other side, you heard a guy’s barely audible voice. was he obviously drunk or tired?.. you didn’t ask him what was wrong, but just got ready and went to him, at his request, which you managed to hear with great difficulty. you lived a couple of blocks away, so it didn’t take long to see the guy’s face. only he looked more itchy than usual. tears, snot, disheveled hair. runny mascara? yes, you weren't imagining it, he had crooked makeup on and for what, why, what for? you obviously won't get any answers, but the only clue you saw and which really horrified you was the strange white powder scattered on the table.. - they came and laughed at me.. they.. they used me... Yostu could barely pronounce the words, shaking from his own sobs