CHAPTER ONE:
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Kennedy never gave Heaven and Hell too much thought. Despite her belief that there was a higher being, she wasn't really a religious person. In fact, the only times Kennedy ever set foot into church were for funerals.

She was kind of regretting that now though, as she sat surrounded by the grey walls of the train station. Her body stuck in a paralyctic state unable to move despite her mind's deperate screams for her limbs to do soemthing, anything. Her lips stay tightly shut, begging to open up and let out a cry for help.

Kennedy's mind wandered, if she had prayed to God every night and day... would she have still ended up here?

When she thought of Hell she always pictured a dark, fiery pit full of torture chambers and moaning souls. She never thought it would be like this. But perhaps she had it all wrong, perhaps Hell wasn't a scary dark pit of eternal damnation. Maybe it was just you being a prisoner in your own body. Forced to relive every second of the life you used to have. Completely unable to do anything as your stuck in time deperately fighting for control over the life you used to once call your own. Maybe Hell wasn't fire and torture but having your control, your life, your existence ripped right from you.

A gust of wind blew against Kennedy's hair, breaking her out of her cynical thoughts. A sinking pit filled her stomach, gusts of wind in the train station were a bad omen. It meant more prisomers were coming, more people were being taken against their will and forced to be nothing more than empty shells of who they used to be.

Another gust of wind slapped against her face, blowing her brown hair behind her. Dead leaves that littered the floor flew into the air in different directions. Kennedy's hand twitched at the familiar tune of horse feet hitting the concrete. She closed her eyes as the sound got louder, her racing heartbeat aligned with every step the horses toom. A shaky breath released from her pink lips, the sight of the mumified cowboys made a gasp escape her mouth. No matter how many times the young girl had seen them, they always instilled fear into her.

The cowboy threw off a person from his horse, the rope that once binded their limbs glowed green before disappearing. Sadness filled Kennedy's gaze as she watched the helpless boy struggle to find his footing. Once he balanced himself, he straightened up and turned himself around rapidly. He rushed over to an Asian doctor sitting down on one of the benches.

"Excuse me?" He called out to her, his raspy voice sparking a flame of familiarity within Kennedy. "Where are we?" He asked her.

Kennedy's eyes focusd closer on him, she watched his interaction with the doctor. Something about him seemed so familiar to her but she couldn't place where she knew him from.

"We're at the train station," the doctor replied emotionlessly.

"Right, that's helpful," the brunette guy replied dryly. "Which train station?"

"Train station 137," the doctor said while ahe pointed to the sign above where Kennedy was sitting.

Kennedy watched as his eyes flashed to the nunber above her, the gray light unable to dim the spark in his whiskey colored eyes.

And that's when it had hit her.

She could have recognized those eyes from miles away. She used to love getting lost in them like a maze, counting how many golden flecks she could find.

"Stiles," his name fell from her lips like an old song. A jolt of electrifying relief lit up her body like stadium lights. "Stiles!" She called out louder as she stood up. "Oh my god," she cried out in relief, her feet pounded against the concrete floor as she ran closer to the boy. "Oh my god, I knew it! I knew if anyone would ever find me it would be you!" She confessed as her body hit against his, her arms winded their way around his neck.

She sighed softly, as she took him in with all her sense. She missed him. God, had she missed him.

She pulled away from Stiles a bright smile placed on her face. She took in how much older he looked from the last time she had seen him. His hair was no longer in a buzzcut but grown out and sticking up in a messy way. She took in how his face was more mature and how it almost seemed like he had gotten even more freckles. She noted how his once lively eyes seem to now carry bags of loss. She also noticed the frown placed on his face, along with his furrowed eye brows. Her blue eyes had met his brown ones, she could probably count the amount of emotions she saw in his eyes on one hand but she had no mind to, because all she could help but notice is that they lacked one emotion. Recognition.

"I'm sorry, who are you?"

Five words. Like a hard punch in the gut they had winded her, knocking all form of air out from her.

"Its- it's me?" Kennedy stuttered, her voice nothing louder than a breathless whisper. "You don't- you don't know me?" She asked him.

Stiles shook his head slowly, his eyes softened at the crack in her voice

"I'm your girlfriend," she whispered, her eyes trained to the floor.

Stiles' eyes had widened. "Girlfriend?" He asked in disbelief.

Kennedy took a step back, crossing her arms to cover herself. "Yeah," she confirmed, Stiles just barely hearing her. "...or I guess not. It's.. I'm sure its been awhile. I just- I guess I thought you would at least reme-," Kennedy stuttered before sighing, willing herself to look into his eyes. She lifted up her head, "I'm Kennedy Barnes."