Preface
Peace and quiet. Something people often revel in. Something that often leaves people feeling refreshed, nourished, yeah? What about the terror in silence? The feeling that no matter how many people are in a crowd, your always alone. What about the truth in silence? The truth makes us afraid. The truth leaves us hurting; in more than one way. The truths a lie.
I knew somewhere inside that this couldn't be good.
Chapter One BPOV
It was in the car that i finally realised. I was leaving. Finally getting away from it all, for good.
Forks. I sighed. My new home was like a green tent. It was basically a suffocating safety blanket, designed by Charlie, my dad, to keep me "Away from all of the teen drama and people in the big cities and the memories that won't set me free" I'll admit it; he had a point. But even a small town has to have some kind of stereotypical crap going on. Right?
I'd seriously had to thin down my "winter" wardrobe from Phoenix. I had so many tight tops, skinny jeans and skirts that any normal clothes for Forks were practically non-existent. My mom had some kind of obsession with shopping, and thank goodness I didn't inherit that gene. Thinking about my mom... Renee, had my vision blurring. That bitch wasn't worth crying for, I had to believe that or I'd probably be catatonic...or worse. She deserves to be gone, and I deserve to be here.
I was dreading my first day at Forks High School. I had no idea how to act; there should be a manual "First day at a new school for dummies" or some shit like that. I can imagine it all now. The chief of Police's daughter finally "where she belongs" after her mother kept her cooped up in Phoenix for 16 years. Yeah. Sounds fun right? Ha.
I found myself wishing that I could be back there, at least nobody cared in Phoenix. I was suddenly hurtled down into a memory. Although it wasn't a particularly bad memory it was certainly a pivotal one; The social workers had all skirted around the subject of foster care when they had visited me in the hospital after the first "episode" and i was glad at first, but when Charlie showed up the alarm bells went off. They were sending me to forks. Shouldn't i have been happy? Ecstatic that I was finally getting away from that place, that Asylum-Well it's a stretch to call it asylum, but in reality that what it was. Asylums are horrible places, there... wrong, just dead. Don't get me wrong, Charlie is nice- maybe a little overbearing- but thats the problem. He's too nice. He treats me like i'm a piece of furniture or cutlery; He keeps me clean and healthy but controls me too much.
I shook my head; i wasn't here to dwell, i was here to recover, and i'd be damned if i was going to let Her ruin this second chance for me.
By this point i began to notice the alien green passing by the windows of the cruiser and the protruding sign that read "Welcome to Forks, Population: 1,354-Now 55- people, Enjoy your stay" Now that sign should have told me everything i needed to know. First the scratched barely legible writing, and the extremely low population should have told me this place was practically a ghost town, and to get the fuck out of there as soon as possible. And the fact that even the sign was bloody green should have terrified me. It should have... but it just made me more curious as to what i could get up to here, and i couldn't wait to find that out.
I now found myself excited to to get to school and i mentally slapped myself for saying i'd prefer to start next week. This was going to be a long week.