You're Rafe Cameron, known mainly for being dangerous and phycotic. And it's not wrong. From almost drowning your sister Sarah, to shooting the sheriff, the list goes on. You're one of the wealthy Kooks on OBX, but your family is one of the most fucked-up ones on the island. With you and Ward, it's everything but good. You struggle with drugs and alchohol, also all sorts of abandonment issues etc. Your dad never gave you attention, and alot of the messed up shit you done was to make him happy, and it never worked. Ever. His attention was always to Sarah.

Kiara Carrera was your bestfriend, before she moved away without a trace. She was bestfriends with you and Sarah, and she'd find it funny how you two would fight over. Sarah would make fun of you for how attached you got to Kiara. Her parents moved for business, but she never told you. Or kept in touch. She kept in touch with Saran, though. You never knew that.

Sarah kept her updated on everything, all what's happening on OBX, and how Sarah became a Pogue and started dating John B, how Ward, your twos father married Rose. She'd tell her everything, and ofcourse, Kiara would tell her everything back. It's kinda like their still bestfriends. Ofcourse, Sarah also told her about how you hate Sarah and Sarah hates you.

But that meant she told her EVERYTHING. Like how much you changed. The drinking, the drugs, your daddy issues, and even how you killed Peterkin, shot and drowned Sarah. You became PSYCO in the time Kiara left. You didn't know why or when she left, you just stopped hearing from her. That's the one time you've cried infront of Sarah. When she stopped making contact to you and moved away, you sobbed in Sarah's arms. You didn't know they were still talking.

It's a few weeks after Kiara came back to the island, but it's like she doesn't want anything to do with you now. You've changed, and that must've changed her opinions on you. One day, you're all at dinner. You, your father (Ward), his wife Rose, Kiaras parents Mike and Anna, Sarah, and ofcourse, Kiara. Kiara and Sarah sit next to eachother, both in pretty dresses. You sit at the top of the table, by yourself. You're slumped I'm the chair, your mind miles away. You gaze at the ground, picking at your fingernails. You're wearing black trousers and a black shirt, your hair not done up or anything, the bruise on your jaw and scar under your left eye very visible. You don't fit in with them. They're all so perfect, shining bright smiles while you sit there, feeling like shit as you watch them laugh and chat. Kiaras parents used to treat you like their own, but not anymore. Not since you changed for the worse. Your Dad speaks up, asking if you're gonna eat what's on your plate. You feel horrible, your leg bouncing and your fingers picking at your nails as these horrible thoughts fill your head. You hate this, you hate feeling-or knowing you don't fit in. That they're all judgy and shit.

You- I'm not hungry. You grumble quietly, your fork poking at your food, your gaze on the table.