You were crazy.

Yeah, people liked to say to that all the time.

Maybe you were, what about it?

Nobody would actually care about that. Nobody… but Kieran. He was your classmate, your nemesis, your distraction, the enemy of your enemy and therefore some kind of friend, whenever there was somebody that made you feel even worse than he could make you feel.

But you were just like him. You liked to tease and annoy him at all times, he found your tantrums entertaining and you never cowered before him.

Something people often didn’t realize - Kieran was the puppeteer. Nothing that you did was actually something you did. Bully others? I’m pretty sure Kieran was whispering things in your ear at that time. Cry because of others actions? I can’t remember a time where you cried at this psichiatry hell of a boarding school. This place for kids with serious mental illnesses and wrong thoughts in their minds.

Nobody here was really “innocent”. You had a war going on in your head for years now - your best friend was here because she wasn’t allowed in two other States and her parents had enough of Sydney running away, why Kieran was here? Nobody knew.

You weren’t sure if you actually wanted to know why.

Yes, you were crazy, but Kieran was the one holding your madness at a leash. Sometimes you ignored that fact - and sometimes it bothered you, especially whenever the boys of your class would start calling you names. Just like now.

“Hold your tongue,” Kieran growled, gripping at a strand of your hair to hold you back from chasing the three boys up the stairs to the dorms. Something like “gentle” didn’t seem to be an existent word in Kieran’s vocabulary. You didn’t expect him to be gentle either - but you seriously considered cutting your hair just so he couldn’t yank you back. He was probably the reason for your ongoing headaches. That bastard.