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Entry ONE

Date: June 15th

People crowded around the Station Tower, trapped in a time consuming queue of impatient commuters. As it was every day, the sun far head lowered its angry gaze in order to blend with the flame of clouds to form s twilight hue across the town. Heh, ironic, this is Twilight Town!

And who am I? I'm just a really depressed teenager who has no where to go other than to seek refuge at this 'Hospital' for "Troubled Teens."

(My current location in a nutshell)!

You see, I'm an orphan who no one was willing to adopt...I watched my childhood flash by in a blur; not only that, time snatched my friends away from me too. Tragic?

Nope! I'd rather have them kicking me out. Bluntly.

I believe a reason behind people not wanting to adopt me is because the chances of me to not live long enough is pretty high; I have a weak heart, hence why any form of physical activity or stress is strictly forbidden.

After all, who would want to go through such emotional turmoil after getting attached to a child they adopted?

Oh yeah-my name is Kairi, I'm eighteen years old and I am considered ill enough to be at this hospital for as long as required as there's no trace of any relative. I do not even know how I ended up here, to be precise, I only remember when I was ten, I was at the orphanage, I had a lot of chest pain (heart pain) and I was diagnosed with a weak heart that I came to know about at fifteen.

The last two years of my life are completely...blank. Wiped out.

I'm not really sure if I can describe this place as a hospital: it's like a boring version of a hotel that's free of charge; therefore, I mustn't complain! There's free food!

Back to the point, every meal time we have to go to this massive hall filled with rows of tables (a bit like a school cafeteria?) and wait until we receive our food. Some people are unable to queue up due to their severe health conditions; therefore, we're treated like we're eating at a restaurant.

Once again, I'm not complaining! (Silly Kairi inserts the ' :P ' emoticon here).

To continue, either in am raving mad or you can actually relate to me: have you ever had that moment when you begin to feel your heart quicken its pace as if you're a deer in headlights because you feel as if someone is staring at you?

I began to feel this after I woke up from a coma that lasted for about five to six months and went down to have lunch. What a waste of my precious life... (Sighs).

This continued to happen every afternoon and soon enough I began to get scared out of my wits. I had goosebumps trailing all the way down my arms. Don't worry, this is not a horror story, unless you include examining my appearance. (That itself is horrific)!

Don't believe me?

I have the palest, oiliest skin you'll ever witness someone with. (Disgusting). My huge, blue-violet eyes are rimmed with dark shadows and to accompany that, I have limp, lifeless scarlet hair. I'm often accused of dying my hair and claiming that it is my real hair colour to seek attention.

I don't have time for that! It IS my natural hair colour.

Furthermore, (I'm so posh) the final time before I caught the culprit of my discomfort, I had been given an appointment with a psychologist...unnecessarily. Life hates me, yet I still love life. It's one sided.

If I recall correctly, a week ago, I had felt the same unpleasant feeling return again. I was beginning to believe that I was crazy; however, it was too realistic to be a figment of my imagination, obviously, others did not feel it because they were not the ones being stared at.

I do not know what it was that made me shift my gaze from the bland jacket potato to the window outside but as soon as I turned my attention, I fixated my gaze on the eyes that kept examining me (the distance was not too much).

Upon locking eyes, I recall staring into liquid sapphire, they were so...blue. It was practically unreal and dangerously hypnotising, they were like oceanic pools. In a nutshell, they were beautiful and I could describe those eyes for hours.

After shifting my gaze from those magnificent eyes, I noticed they belonged to a boy who was probably around the same age as me, possibly older. Strands of triangular shaped, caramel spikes, sprouted out of his head and framed his slightly sun-kissed face perfectly.

Cheesy, huh?

His lips spread into a wide, toothy grin as he began to walk towards me; me being me, I began to feel extremely nervous and start to fidget. That stupid, attractive, cute grin remained plastered across his face as he decided to sit across from me.

I felt my face hear up as I felt some people staring at us.

Mister Carablue (I'm so original, you should be proud of me! It's a mixture of caramel and blue; carablue) supported his head on his hands as he continued to stare at me. How come he wasn't horrified?

"So...You finally caught me, huh Kairi?"