KIERAN P.O.V.

Will Belmont. Will. Belmont. The owner of my soul, my sanity...my heart. ...He just doesn't know it yet. But I do. I wonder if he remembers me. ...I wonder if he's forgotten me. I haven't forgotten him. Ten years, and I still remember those blue eyes. His kind, kind spirit. I will have him. No matter what it takes. Will Belmont will be mine. And only mine. ...He just doesn't know it yet.

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(Ten Years Ago)

I kept asking him why we were on the run. I kept asking why. But he just glared at me. Glared, glared, and glared, with nothing but hate in his eyes. He was mean when my mother was alive. And he was worse now. It hurt. It hurt because I was seven. It hurt because I was a kid. It hurt because he was my real dad. Blood. My blood. His blood. ...But he hated me. Because I siphoned all the joy from his life. He and her, they were all good until I came along. That's when responsibility came into the equation. Her working. Her working two jobs. Him watching me. Him feeling like the woman in the relationship. Their relationship drifting. Her loving me. Her loving me more than him. Her spending more of her time on me, than him. Then jealousy. Then him holding the knife. Then him plunging it deep within her gut while I saw the life drain from her body. Then we ran, and he took me. ...Not because he wanted to...but because I was the only thing left, that reminded him of her.

The truck stopped and we ran out of gas, so we walked. Me rolling the suitcase full of money and our needs. And him...carrying nothing...nothing but grief, guilt, remorse, and most importantly...hatred.

We walked for hours and hours and hours. At least that's what it felt like. Then we stumbled onto a farm. Into a family. A woman, man, and a boy. He did the talking. He lied. Made up some story. I wasn't listening to him. I was too busy looking at him. The boy. Playing with a chicken...a hen. And then he looked at me. With his blue eyes. And I looked back. He seemed happy. ...I hated him. Envy. That's when he, my father, grabbed my shoulder and said, "Looks like we've finally got a place to stay for a while boy,". ...And that was just the beginning.

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My Aunt drops us off in front of the school. I hop out from the back seat of the car and slam the door behind me. Eli gets out of the passengers seat and bristles by me. He walks towards the building while I stare at it, knowing that somewhere inside, he's there, alive. My Will. I look back to my Aunt and she holds up a can of beer to me, in a toasting gesture, then drives off. I roll my eyes before walking towards the building.

Finally.

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The first bell rings and I exit the office along with Eli. Both of us hold and look at our schedules. As soon as I am done looking at mine, I get ready to head to room 115. My first class. Before I leave however, Eli speaks up.

"Good luck K-ran. You'll need it." He smirks. I smile coyly at him.

"At least I didn't have to repeat my Junior year. But hey, not all of us can be dumb-asses."

He smirks at my retort and walks away from me mumbling, "Dick.". I stare after him until he turns a corner. Then I'm off, but as soon as I turn around I bump into someone. My schedule falls from my hand amongst a pile of books and paper on the ground. I bend down to pick up my schedule and whomever I bumped into's items. As soon as I look up. My heart stops. My breath hitches. My skin tingles with the most marvelous of sensations. It's him. Will. My Will. He looks up at me. I want to speak, but words do not form, and I almost forget how to breathe. Almost. But I inhale deeply through my nose and then exhale, and force out a,

"Sorry." Will smiles at my apology.

"I think I'm the one who needs to apologize here. I was rushing to get to PE but I…" He trails off. "You...you look familiar...do I know you?"

"I don't think so. No." I reply smoothly. Stay calm Kieran. Stay calm.

"Sorry it's just that...sorry. I must've mistaken you for someone else I guess." He scoops up his school supplies and stands up. I stand up with him. "I'll see you around I guess." I give a firm nod and he gives a smile. I gulp. He walks away just as quickly as we just met...just reconciled. I gaze after him then start my way towards room 115.