But the other entry didnt even "kind of", it completely sounded like rape… while reading it my only 2 thoughts were literaly "Oh CRAP!" and "Thats awkwardly hot"
CHAPTER 1 JUDO Dakota giggles and laughs sometimes as he draws, Lisa notes. Dakota is six years old, and progressing greatly! "Turning into a fine young boy." She'll state happily to her friends. Dakota always had social problems. Since he was 3. He always had an over reactive imagination. He always made up his own friends to play with. Lisa takes no note of this at first, until it seems to become a social issue at age 5. Dakota's imaginary friend; Judo always seemed to get him in trouble. "Dakota, did you get into the pantry and eat all the oreos?" Lisa would ask. Dakota would reply angrily "No! Judo did it!" "Dakota, did you write on the walls?" "No! Judo did it!" Dakota made a good friend shortly after Judo came along. Her name was Melody. She was also 5 years old, and went to the same art class as Dakota. It was a sad day when Melody passed away. she was so innocent. Always looking up to you, always laughing and playing. Dakota adored her! One night, it seems somebody went into her house through the unlocked window and swept her up from her bed. Nobody saw her for months! Three months later, she was found two miles in the woods at her local nature park. Photos were taken. Lisa had never seen any. Neither did Dakota. Lisa was told the sight was horrible. Melody's body has been lacerated and torn in so many ways. Who on Earth would do such things? To a 5-year-old! Dakota, after finding out about her passing away, he nodded simply. As though he knew all along. "Yeah, mommy. Judo did it!" Lisa, shrugging off the statement for weeks, soon noted that Dakota was telling EVERYBODY about how "Judo killed Melody." Lisa then proceeded to take Dakota to a child therapist, Insisting he was in grief. the therapy sessions seem to be progressing. Judo seems to be doing less and less since they started. Now, at the present day, Dakota sits in his room drawing with a box of crayons that Lisa had bought him a few days earlier. He giggles and talks to himself, though, looking out the window as he does it. Lisa sits in his room with him, laying on the floor next to him, watching him draw. she says nothing, but observes her child's behavior. He is talking directly to Judo, apparently. "Judo, do you like this color?...Okay. I'll use another one." "Judo, do you know that tree? What color were the leaves?" Lisa simply watches as her son communicates with his imaginary friend, making no note of his existence. Simply, her child socializing by himself. He would grow up to be a good boy. chapter 2 up on 12:00pm GMT so don't miss it! CHAPTER 1 of 7