Picking up the Pieces
Chapter 1 – The Accident
Song: Switchfoot, "Meant to live"
Renée twisted in her seat to look at me, taking her eyes off the road momentarily as she smiled thoughtfully, knowingly. I was being ridiculous, I knew that, and it irritated me that she was so understanding. I loved my mother, but there were times when I wished she didn't know me so well. She was the only person I couldn't escape from—I couldn't run from her forever.
"Oh, Bella…" she smiled again, placed her hand on my cheek and chuckled, "when you're ready, you will know. You can't guard your heart forever, honey. Love isn't easy."
Love. I snorted—what a ridiculous sentiment. Nothing more than a delusion of desire, if you ask me. I'd seen enough of "love" with Renée, and her experiences with the opposite sex were enough to drive me away from the notion forever.
She noticed my reaction and laughed. "Look at me, Bella," I turned towards her and met he eyes. The brilliance of their green held me captive as she spoke. "Someday love will find you, my Bella, I only hope you will open your heart to it when it does…"
A movement in the corner of my eye caught my attention. Instinctively, I sensed danger. I tore my eyes away from my mother, and screamed. She turned away from me and located the cause of my panic. A large black SUV was barreling towards us after having ran through a stop sign. It's headlights illuminated the cab of my mother's sub-compact. She turned to face me again, fear etched into every line of her face.
I watched in horror as the headlights came into contact with the car. I heard the sickening crunch of metal... My mother's bloodcurdling scream pierced the air as everything faded to black…
A/N: Three more chapters will be up by the end of the day! Please review!