All For One

By: xxxnightshadow

Hi! Okay so, the 411 on this story is that it's been a daydream in head for god knows how long. I think it started when I watch an episode of House...or it could have CSI. Anyway, I thought it would be fun to write something with Tala in it cause he's been a favorite of mine for the last couple weeks. Anyway, I hope you enjoy!

Summary: Kira Demidova was born with a weak heart. She's been to the hospital in and out so many times that it's her second home. But when a dying girl ends up saving Kira's life, her whole world is turned upside down. Now, she's suddenly thrown into a whole new town, into a new home, and a new school. Will she be able to block out the past and start over with fresh new heart? She's willing to give it her all to make sure the past stays in the past.

Chapter One

You know that saying, "Things always go from bad to worse before they get better?" In my life, the "before they get better" part doesn't exist. You can take your eraser and just scrub that part off. Now, you're left with "things always go from bad to worse." Now that sounds more like my life.

Don't get me wrong though. It's not like I'm a pessimist or anything. It's actually the opposite. I'm really quite the optimist. It's just; I'm not the one who planned all this. In fact, I had no say in anything. You could blame my workaholic, neglectful, under-worried, parents for the mess that happened. They're the ones who decided to up and move into a new town. They're the ones who decided that their only daughter was ready to go into a public school full of gang members and druggies. For people who are usually really thorough, my parents didn't do much of a back-round check on that school.

And so, after 3 months of constant phone calls, detentions, frames, and punishments for things I swear I didn't do, my parents shipped me off to a private school. Windfair Day School to be exact. Yes, I do know it sounds like a pre-school.

Now, I know what you're thinking. What in the 7 hells is this girl talking about?

It's simply.

My name's Kira Demidova. And I stole someone's heart.

It all started that day in the hospital about 6 months ago. It was towards the end of my freshman year. I woke extremely dizzy and tired. I couldn't speak or move. Every little motion caused pain to flood through my whole body. The doctors started to panic and think, "This was it. She's going to die now." Unfortunately, my parents and I thought that too. And as my heart started to feel like someone was squeezing it with all their strength, and as my fingers started to lose their feeling, I thought, if I got a second chance, I wouldn't be the person who I was. I would be a brand new, better person.P

I guess God listened to me, or pitied me, or blessed me, because as they were moving me into surgery, a girl on a stretcher came bursting through the doors of the emergency room. She was around my age, with long blonde hair and a thin body. And most importantly, she was covered in blood with a huge gash on her head. Time slowed down and now that I look back on it, I can't really remember what happened. Most of the memories were a lot of shouting, crying and the pale, bluish tinge to the girl's skin.

The next thing I knew, I was inside ICU. My eyes cracked open to see a nurse staring at me. I had always called her Nurse Ratched-just like the one from that movie. She turned and walked out of the room, only to return with a doctor I remember vaguely seeing somewhere. He told me that my weak heart was gone and that I was all better. At first I didn't get what he was talking about until I moved and a sharp pain crashed over me. Pulling the hospital gown to the side, I saw something that made me freeze.

There, on the pale skin above my heart was a thin, pink, scar. I jerked my head up to him and asked what had happened. He told me that I had gotten a heart transplant. His voice was starting to fade away. I remember thinking that that wasn't possible. I was in the middle of the transplant list, with a whole bunch of people before me. But the doctor said that the girl who had been on the stretcher had a match to me, and it was her heart that had been taken. Now his voice was really gone. I didn't hear the rest of what he said.

The only thought that kept playing in my head was: If it was that girl's heart that had been taken, it meant that she was dead. Gone from this world, and never to be seen again.

After a few weeks of going to physical therapy and other recovery programs, my parents said, "Okay. This town has proven to be a disaster area. Let's get out here right now." That's how my life turned upside down. As much as I wanted things to change, this wasn't how I planned it to happen.

I'll explain that you at some point or another.

My new house was pretty big. With my mother being an interior designer, and my father being a famous art dealer, I wasn't surprised to see the large villa. The outside was painted a bright white with a 2-car garage and driveway. Fancy bushes and plants outlined the walkway to the steps. From the side of the house, you could see balconies. Inside, my mother had a golden theme going on, with gold and goldenrod curtains and mahogany wood tables.

I didn't really get to appreciate it much, because the next day, I was sent to my first day at the public school. (Remember? The one with the druggies I told you about in the beginning?) After those three months, I'm surprised I lived. So, off to Windfair it was!

And that leaves us to present day. My first day as a sophomore. Whoop-di-freaking-doo.

The hallways were filled with laughter and chatter as I walked down them. There were many groups of teenagers hanging out in the hallways, waiting for the first bell to ring. Even though it was a new year, you wouldn't have thought that on first glance.

Cliques were already forming and people were becoming friends fast. I could feel my light blue eyes gazing over the groups that I hopefully would belong to one day or another. It was normal wasn't it, for the new girl to wish she knew someone in this huge school?

Looking closely, I could see that the uniforms here weren't taken too seriously. The boys had white, button up shirts with dark blue ties. Black pants and shoes topped it off. The girls basically had the same idea, only the pants where plaid, dark blue skirts. But, the sleeves were pushed up the elbows, and ties were loosened.

Sighing and shaking my light brown hair out of my eyes, I trudged my way to the English wing.

"I'm Ms. Fein. You're new English teacher. Since I was a drama major back in collage, you can expect to do a lot of interactive and improving things in this class. We'll take it easy today and just introduce ourselves. Just say your name and what you did over the summer." Ms. Fein was an average height woman with short, curly dark brown hair. She was slim with a kind smile, but a slightly nasal voice.

A collective groan rang out from the sophomores in the class. "Do we have to?" a boy with odd, blood red hair asked warily from the seat in front of me. They were twin bangs hanging around his icy blue eyes. Ms. Fein's answer "yes" was firm and steady. Sighing, student after student went. I basically froze. What the heck was I supposed to say? "Hi my name's Kira and I got my heart switched with a girl who died in car crash?" Yea, that would go down great.

At one point it got to a girl with a short, light pink hair got up. She had a pair of black goggles on her head, and a shy facade. "My name's Mathilda." The girl said in a quite voice. "Over the summer, I was at a sleep away camp in Maine." She seemed nice enough.

But then again, my social skills have been down for the last couple of months due to unseen events. *cough*weak heart*cough*

At this, a girl in the back, and the boy with red hair let out a whistle and cheered a bit. Mathilda smiled a bit before she quickly sat down. The boy with the red hair got up and said, "The name's Tala Ivanov, and I was at same sleep away as Mathilda." He grinned over the pink-haired girl and the other girl in the back. From what I could feel about this guy was that he was those jockey type-the one who was popular and probably was a captain of a sports team.

Suddenly, everyone's eyes were on me. Slowly I got up and said, "Hey. I'm Kira Demidova and over the summer, I moved here." Ms. Fein smiled at me. "New in town huh? I bet Windfair is much different from your old school." Oh boy did I want to laugh at that. Compared to the druggie-filled, gangbangers, and criminal school that I used to go to, Windfair was military school. Even with the sloppy uniforms. But instead of saying that, I gave a small smile and nodded, and then sat down.

When the girl in the back got up, I saw that she who had been cheering before. She gave a bright smile and said boldly, "Julia. And I was at the same sleep away camp and Tala and Mathy." I rested my cheek in my palm and guessed that Mathy was her nickname for Mathilda. She had light brown bangs with darker brown hair.

I turned my eyes back to Ms. Fein and as I did, I caught Tala giving me a look. It didn't look like it was mean or anything, just curious.

But before I could bat an eyelash, he turned his focus on Ms. Fein too. I blinked at him. What was that about? Shrugging it off, I waited for the rest of the period to go by.

I closed the locker door a little too hard, causing the freshman standing next to me to jump a little. I had lunch now and but I wasn't exactly hungry. Instead, I made my way towards the gym teacher's office. They would know who the captains are for all the sports teams.

Knocking on the door, a faint "come in" was heard and I pushed the door open. A man about 40 years of age was sitting behind a desk covered in papers, and game books. The bulletin board behind him was filled newspaper clippings and medals. "What can I do for you?" he asked in a pretty deep voice. "Um, are you Coach Barthez?"

(Let's not tell him that I only knew his name because of the sign on the door)

He nodded his head and I grinned. "Cool. Um, do you when the girls' soccer tryouts are?" He shook his head. "You're going to have to ask Julia. She's the captain of the team." You nodded thanks and left the room. Julia? As in the one that's in my English class? Shrugging, I figured I'd catch her at the end of the day, and headed towards the library.

I didn't exactly want to face the pick-a-lunch-table-and-sit-with-them drama yet.

"Julia!"

The brown haired girl spun around so fast I thought she was going to get whiplash. Her eyes brightened when she recognized me. "Hey! You're Kira right?" I nodded my head. "So what's up?" she asked and leaned against the lockers. "Barthez told me you're the captain of the girls' soccer team." She nodded her head proudly. "That's right!"

Pausing a little, I asked her, "So when are the tryouts for this year?" She blinked before saying, "You thinking about joining?" I nodded my head. She grinned. "That's great! All the girl captains have been pushing for the girls to join something. Actually, the tryouts are this Friday, on the field. I'll make an announcement when I get the time."

Sighing with relief, I told her I'd be there. She gave me a smile before turning to go back to a group of kids at the end of the hallway. I recognized Tala and Mathilda, but that was about it. There was a boy with two-toned hair and a scowl painted on his face, and a girl with a sport of bright, pink hair. She was bouncing up and down on her toes at something Mathilda had said.

For once, things were going as I wanted them to go. It had been a long time since that happened. And as I head homebound, I realized that my little plan of being a better person might just come true. And my other little promise that I had made to the girl my heart belonged to might come true too. Things may just look up for once.

Always famous last freaking words.

So what do you guys think? You like it? And don't worry, even though it's a bit confusing in the beginning, it'll start making sense in no time. =] I promise *crosses heart* This is basically a prologe to the story. The real main plot and everything will start up in the next chapter. Bye for now! Oh and don't forget to message/review!