July 9, 2010 (3:00 PM).

The warmth was replaced with a chilly temperature as the clouds rolled in. Today was supposed to change swiftly... and so it was. I could tell it was chilly because my window was open, allowing the colder breeze to slide into my room, to which I paid no mind to.

I was angry, but I had every right to be. Uncle Frank was here.. and my life was just not turning positive.. and some churning in my stomach.. some fleetingly simple feeling inside me.. told me it was just going to get worse. Who would have thought this was going to prove true? Heh, my luck, I guess.

The famous Wesker luck.

I heard a soft knock on my door, bringing me back to reality. I had been buried in my thoughts of my childhood with my father. I rose from my bed, stepping towards the door. I placed an ear against the wooden frame, listening for whoever was on the other side. "Who is it?" I asked softly.

"Um.. sis.. it's me." Derick's voice came from the hallway.

I opened the door, allowing him to enter by stepping back. Once he was inside, I shut the door behind him."Yeah?" I questioned his intrusion. I was still upset from the encounter with Frank, which had been an hour before.

"Don't let.. Frank get to you. He's just.. a pathetic man.. Nothing like father or mother." He folded his arms against his chest, a frown curling his lips.

I smiled. "Thanks, Derick, but it's alright. I'm fine." He could tell I was lying.

"If you say so." He didn't press further. Derick and I had this.. sort of.. understanding, I guess you could say. He knew when not to press me.

I nodded, turning towards my window. I walked over to it, sitting on the bench, my elbows resting along the bottom part. I cupped my cheeks, releasing a heavy sigh.

"You ok?" Derick probably knew that was a stupid question to ask, but yet he did. I nodded once more, hearing his feet shuffle as he moved closer to me. He sat down beside me, turning his body to face me. "Your friend called while you were at the oak. She was curious to know if you wanted to join her at the festival later on." He said.

I blinked, turning my head to face him, though my fingers were still grazing against my cheeks. "Huh? Really?"He smiled at this.

"Yeah. She said she was inviting Dimitri, too." His smiled widened.

"Sounds like Adela to me." I smiled fondly in remembrance of my two good friends. They were really the only other people I associated with aside from my brothers and a few relatives. Heck, even Aunt Ericka, by marriage, was decent company compared to the rest of my family.

You see.. I should probably tell a bit about the family tree. It's kind of important. I'm going to have to explain them individually so you'll understand better. Mom has a sister and a brother.

Uncle Frank is my mother's brother. Frank is married to a woman named Lula who appears to share his seemingly infinite hatred towards me, for reasons unknown. Probably because Frank tells her shit- Oh, sorry.. excuse the language. I do cuss a lot, so I'll apologize ahead of time. They have.. a daughter and a son. Melinda and 'Ranger', whose real name is actually Aaron. Both are snobby little brats.

My aunt on that side was Flora. That's what we called her at least. Her real name was Florence. Flora had been married to a man Keith, who died overseas in a war, a few years before Nolan hit high school. That was many years ago. She refused to marry again after that. She had a son named James who went off to attend college some years ago and never came back. Rumor has it that was he killed in a crossfire between two gangs.

Frank's the oldest of my grandfather's children, with Flora second and then Marissa last.

Father has two brothers. On his side.. we have Uncle Lester, married to Susan, with two beautiful daughters. One was slightly older while the other was a child. Brittany and Cassie. I liked Cassie because me and her got along a lot. Brittany, on the other hand, had her nose stuck in a book.

And lastly we have Uncle Pat, which was short for Patrick. He's married to Ericka, my favored aunt. Together they raised four children. Two boys and two girls. Of the boys we have the oldest being Travis and the youngest being Adrian. Between Travis and Adrian they had the two girls, the older one called Michelle while the younger was Jackie. I really loved them all.

Now, my grandparents.. On mom's side we have old Grandpa Vincent, the mayor. His wife died giving birth to Marissa. That's probably why he became distant with us. I don't know much about her.. not even her name really. On dad's side we have Grandma Emmie and Grandpa Davis, both amazing grandparents. Kind-hearted.. sweet, bakes cookies every Sunday.. that whole deal. They were also pretty religious.

Now that that's over with.. back to the current situation..

Adela knew that I liked Dimitri and as such.. was probably going to use this festival to get us together. It would definitely fit her character. "Yeah." Derick laughed.

"So are you going?" My sibling questioned, my sharp gaze flickering over to catch the arching of his left eyebrow.

My brother.. Derick.. he has the most exotic green eyes of the family, getting them from father, while Nolan and I got our blue hues from our mother. Whereas I got my tan-white hair from dad, Nolan and Derick both have locks of brown to match mom's hair. Nolan's was typically spiked, but once in the army he flattened it. Derick let his brown hair grow long, lengthy enough to graze down past his shoulder blades.

I smiled softly, nodding. "Yeah, of course. I go every year, don't I? Why would this be any different? You coming with me?"

He shook his head. "Sorry, got plans with Nina, Coven and Jared." But of course he smiled back at this. Nina and Coven were two friends of his at school. They were quiet, like him, but it was obvious there was going to be some later chemistry between Coven's sister Nina and my brother. He was always shy around her. Jared, on the other hand, was as stubborn as a mule in his 'quest of pranks', meaning this festival.. was his chance to pull pranks. Not sure why he insisted on such, but he enjoyed it at least.

A gentle rapping sound came from my door. Derick and I both turned towards it, my head tilting at the noise.

We exchanged worried glances before I called out; "Who is it?"

A chuckle rolled from the other side. "Your mother." A female voice replied back.

Grins broke onto our faces as I dashed forth, throwing the door open-

Only to come face to face with my uncle standing beside my mother, his face twisted in a sick grin that my mother didn't see.

"Frank's offered to take you to the festival, Saria, isn't that lovely? Derick, get ready. Coven called and said he was going to come pick you up in a few." She turned, heading back down the hallway to vanish down the stairs. Mom was oblivious to my uncle and I's 'relationship'.

We were left alone with Frank.. Silence suffocated the hallway, until finally the older man spoke. "Derick, go get ready, like your mother said. I wish to have a word with your sister, alone."

I pushed Derick gently and he slipped past Frank. The older man moved forward into my room as I backed up, shutting the door behind him with a click of the mechanism. He folded his arms against his chest firmly. "Alright, Saria. This is an important festival. Very important, so I expect you to be on your best behavior. None of that childish bullshit."

My eyes narrowed as my fists clenched of their own accord. I glared at him.

"Got something to say?" He questioned with a slight smirk. For but the briefest of seconds.. the smirk reminded me of the one Wesker wore when taunting Chris Redfield. I knew the story. I knew the plot of that game. Resident Evil was Derick and I's childhood. We played it from dusk til dawn and back. It was our favorite, along with Albert Wesker being the greatest character in our eyes.

Did I mention I found it cool he and I shared the same last name? Saria and Albert Wesker.. Ironic. I never questioned it.

"Fuck to the hell yeah I do. You listen here, uncle. This bullshit you're playing with me is going to end and the final result will not be to your liking, I assure you." My gaze darkened.

He only chuckled. "How amusing that you think you can challenge me. You're not going to go anywhere in life, so do what you please, Saria." With that he turned and left, closing the door behind him after opening it to leave, allowing me to get ready. I just wanted to escape.

A sudden thought dawned in my head. I smiled, turning to face my window, which I then closed. I grabbed my prized butterfly knife, a souvenir that Nolan had given me from one of his trips overseas when he had came home to visit us for a week. Then he had been shipped right back into the war zone.

I was going to walk to the festival. Why not?

I slipped the knife between the thin siding of my strapless bra, pressing it against my skin, underneath of the dress. There it would be hidden from view without actually harming me. It wasn't even noticeable, I realized, as I looked into a mirror, smile still present.

Well, it was time to go. Fuck Frank and him taking me there. I could walk, I had working legs.

I pushed open my door, slipping down the empty hallway and out the front door without alerting anyone. Smiling, I hummed to myself as I strolled down the street, heading towards the park, where the festival would be held.

Upon remembering this, I question myself; Why had I not just stayed at home? Why did I have to go, forever sealing my fate? Would everything have turned out differently if Frank had actually taken me instead? Would I have been faced with such.. confusion?

I don't know.. but it's too late to worry about if's and why's. I did it. It was far too late to change it, or anything really. My life was sealed the moment I stepped out of that house.

Who would have guessed that the famous 'Wesker Luck' was not with me, eh? It's comical, I think, remembering it.

Well.. onward with the story. I bet you're just itching to know more, right?

You'll get your wish.

Just be patient. You'll simply love it, heh.