When you were little, everyone made it seem like dying was the scariest thing that could ever happen to you. Your family always made you attend funerals of relatives you had never even met. Everyone was sobbing and acting hurt over someone that they haven't even seen or bothered to check in on for who knows how many years. You never understood the concept of how people could be upset over someone dying, so you decided to figure it out by committing murder.
You were highly good at it too, you didn't leave a single trace at the scene of the crime that could lead back to you. For almost three years, everything was going fine. Eventually, the murders you did for research turned to pleasure instead. You got a high off ending someone's life – it made you feel powerful. It was something that you just couldn't get enough of. In the beginning, you did one kill a week that gradually turned into one kill a day. Which in turn, is how your family found out.
They were horrified and ashamed of you. In their words, you had issues that needed to be worked on. So, they decided to send you off to a prison world so that you could think about how wrong your actions were. They didn't say for how long you'd stay there, they just said that they would bring you back the moment that they could look at you without turning away in disgust. Whatever that meant.
Today, however, was not like any other mundane day at the prison world. Today was your birthday. You decided to reward yourself by picking out all your favorite junk foods from the grocery store. You rolled through the aisles with your cart, picking everything and nothing that was incredibly bad for your health.
"Do I want chips or chocolate? I think I want both." You said out loud to yourself, throwing both items inside your cart. You talked to yourself to keep yourself sane. You had gotten so used to hearing your own voice, you forgot what any other human sounded like.
"Can you stop talking to yourself? It's quite distracting!" A voice shouted from another aisle, making you jump in surprise. You almost knocked down a whole stack of cans with your cart.
Due to being stuck in the prison world by yourself, you almost forgot what fear felt like. Taking a deep breath, you followed the source of the sound. You held up a can of peas, preparing to throw it at the intruder. You expected to see someone terrifying, but instead, it was a boy. He looked like he was around your age.
"What are you going to do? Pea me to death?" He asked, smirking at you.
You looked at the can, and then back at him. You refused to let go of the only weapon you had. "Who the hell are you?" You asked bluntly.
"Me? You're the one that's in my world." He stuffed a chip in his mouth and began chewing on it obnoxiously.
You scoffed and placed your hands on your hips, taking a step closer to him. He didn't look scary at all, in fact, he looked more handsome than you liked to admit. "Listen, you weirdo, my family punished me by condemning me to this place for all the bad crap that I've done. They said nothing about being stuck with a child." You scowled at him.
The boy stood up on his two feet, he was much taller than you had expected. "Child? I'm pretty sure I'm older than you are." He took two long steps towards you, making you back up against the aisle. "Plus, you're the annoying one that talks to herself. I'm pretty sure you're my own personal hell." He added.
You threw the can of peas at him, making him drop his bag of chips to the ground so that he could catch it. "Call me whatever you want, but just stay out of my damn way. It's my birthday and I'm not going to stand here and let some asshole compare me to Satan." You stormed out of the grocery store, not even bothering to look back.
As you walked into your house, you slammed the door behind you. "The nerve of that asshat." You dropped down on your couch, closed your eyes, and tried to enjoy the last couple of hours you had left of your birthday.
Your calm moment was short lived as you heard the doorknob turning. You turned your head around to see the stranger walk into your home with grocery bags in his hands. He walked straight into the kitchen and began putting the food away in the fridge and the cupboards.
"What are you doing here, weirdo? Did you follow me?" You asked, getting up from the couch.
"My name's Kai so you can stop calling me weirdo." He grinned at you and took out party hats. He put one on himself and walked around the counter, placing one above your head.
You haven't been touched by someone in so long that you flinched back, your eyes widening at the sudden proximity of him. "Relax, I'm not in the prison world for rape." He strapped the hat to your head and walked back behind the counter. "I'm here for murdering my siblings." He had a full-blown smile on his face.
Any normal person would get scared at that revelation, however, you were intrigued. "I understand why you're here… But why are you here. In my house – in my kitchen." You sat down on the bar stool, squinting your eyes at him as if he were a thief.
"It's your birthday, and no one should be alone on their birthday." Kai took out a large cake from the bag. On the cake, "Happy Birthday Stranger!" was written in red with frosting. "Sorry, I didn't know your name so I improvised." He scratched the back of his head shyly.
You let out a deep breath and slowly put your guards down. "Y/N. Maybe next time you can actually put my name on it." You bit your lower lip.
So, this is the story of how you met Kai Parker. He was obnoxious, loud, and annoying. But slowly, he became your best friend. Technically, he was your only friend but ho was keeping score, right? Eventually, he even became your first love. But that story is for another day.