Alright, so I wrote this for a friend who is depressed. :( Enjoy though! It will pick up in the next chapter! every story has to have a beginning right?

I sat, curled up in my chair. I stared at the cuts on my wrist, which were now healed. I felt so hollow and empty inside. There was no point in living. Everything I had ever had was gone.

My name is Sadie. I am fifteen years old. When I was five, my parents died in a car accident. Two months ago my sister, Rachel drowned. She was 26. I've been depressed ever since.

I used to be pretty. I had brown hair that was nice and flowy. I had bright blue eyes and nice skin. Now my hair is dank, and dull. My eyes have lost their brightness and are flat. My skin is sallow.

The phone rang. I didn't want to get up. It kept ringing though, so I pulled myself out of the chair and answered it.

"Hello?" Even my voice was dull.

"Sadie Brown?" An unfamiliar voice on the other line asked.

"Yes, this is she." I sounded dead.

"Hi. I'm Mary Richards from social services."

Oh shit. "Hi." I tried to not let my voice get high pitched.

"I have a new home for you. It's in La Push Washington. You're going to live there with your Uncle Billy. He's your uncle through a marriage and divorce and he offered to take you. You leave tomorrow."

I couldn't speak. Go live with someone I'd never even met? That was insane. How would he cope with a depressed teen?

"Uh… ok? I'll see you tomorrow?" My voice had gotten high pitched.

"Alright, see you then." The lady said and she hung up.

Well, I guess I should pack.

I had been living in a shabby apartment for the last two months. Thank God I didn't have much. It wouldn't take me long to pack.

I did some research on my computer and found out that La Push was often cold. This was good because I could hide my scars with long sleeves easily.

By 10 p.m. I was packed. I curled on my mattress and fell into a dreamless sleep.

The next morning, the worker arrived bright and early to get me for the flight. I decided I should wash my hair- look presentable. I looked somewhat normal, at least.

The flight was 6 ½ hours long. When we landed, an old man in a wheelchair had a little sign with my name on it.

"Billy Black?" I asked.

"Hello, Sadie. You don't remember me do you?" He had kind eyes. Like my father.

I shook my head. "Sorry."

He laughed an old laugh. "That's quite alright. You were small the last time I saw you. Oh, perfect timing, Sadie, this is my son Jacob." He sounded proud.

Jacob was HUGE. His skin burned mine when he shook my hand. He had big muscles, I noticed.

"Hi Sadie, I remember you!" He said cheerfully. I faked the smile back, and nodded like I remembered him too.

"Well, lets get your bags and we can head home. Jake will have to drive of course, but that's alright. We have a homecoming party for you." The old man said kindly.

Oh crap. A party. With people. Asking questions. Shit.

When we got my bags, we headed out to an old, refurbished car. We piled in, and I headed toward my new home.

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