Every one has a breaking point. No one is indestructible. When I was younger and more naïve I used to believe that I was the exception, No matter what happened I would be a spotless.
I was wrong.
Hi, I'm Athena and this is my story.
Chapter one
When my mom told me we were moving to forks Washington I wasn't all that surprised. I knew she would want to move me out of our old house, what with all he bad memories and such. What I didn't know was that this place fucking sucks. Like seriously sucks. I'm questioning the sanity of whoever thought it was good idea to place a TOWN, and entire society of people mind you, in the rainiest place on the goddamn planet. The sun hasn't shown its self-righteous face since I moved here.
What did I ever do to deserve this torture?!
I put my car in park and sighed deeply. Grocery shopping. Joy. The only reason my mom even sent me to get her food is because when the therapist told her to " force me to engage in regular teenage activities" she thinks that means fucking grocery shopping. Yeah. Okay.
Slowly opening my door I grabbed my bag from the backseat and swung it onto my back. The inevitable rain fell on my head as soon as I was free from the comfortable cover of my 1999 Toyota corolla.
"Stupid rain." I muttered once inside and attempting to shake my hair out. Someone chuckled behind me.
"You must be new here if you're not used to the rain yet" a deep voice rumbled
I turned around and was face to face with some guy's chest. I could tell from the way his shirt fit him that he was HUGE!
"wohhh" I said stumbling back in surprise. Graceful? Not so much.
"Sorry." He chuckled, I slowly brought my eyes up to meet his.
He was gorgeous, like drop dead. Kill me now. I feel ridiculously self conscious. Gorgeous. He was clearly from the Native American tribe down the road. His dark brown eyes seemed to stare right into my soul. I was entirely disorienting, so much so that I forced myself to look down. I tugged at my long sleeves making sure they were down, a defensive habit I picked up after people started commenting on my scars.
" Its totally fine!" I attempted to say cheerily.
Smile. I reminded myself.
When I looked back up at him he was staring at me. He looked shocked. My smile fell slowly when he didn't respond. I let a few seconds pass before saying " well… I'm just going too go shop now… okay…bye.." He was probably shocked at how ugly a person can get. I knew I should've worn makeup that morning. I shouldn't have been eating so much lately. I can't believe I've let myself get so fat. Now the rational part of my mind new that I shouldn't let myself think these things and that my dr. Leventhal would be very upset if he new these thought were coming back. But I just can't help it.
"Wait!" I heard his voice call. I turned around to see him running towards me. "What's your name?" he said once he reached me.
" Athena?" It came out as more of a question than a statement… I mean wasn't he ignoring me two seconds ago?
"Athena" he repeated under his breath. Well that's creepy. "Nice to meet you I'm Paul." He said and he held out his hand. I looked at him questioningly but took his hand anyway. For some reason I got the feeling that me just might be a friend.