It had been a week since I talked to my father. I didn't want anything to do with him after he told me something about my mother.

He yelled as I ran out the door, "She was a stupid drug addict!"

I always seem to run from him; like instinct. His harsh words ate a hole through my stomach whenever I would think of them. It hurt so bad to know my father hated the person in this world I love most besides my brother and former step-mother, Melissa. Almost a week ago I left Washington to attend college closer to my brother. I haven't seen him in years, I needed to be close to someone I knew and liked to hang with. I needed to be near Scott.

Moving back to Beacon Hills seems to empty me. It makes me become this kind of zombie like being even when I was younger growing up here. When I left I felt sort of relieved, but drained at the same time. I left the people I knew so well to be with some man I used to know, yet I was leaving a place that made me so empty. I just don't know though...there's something here that makes me wonder. It might be nothing, but I'm not quite sure. I haven't really been around much. I've been stuck in my room just arranging stuff and just talking to Melissa about my schedule for college and some sort of internship she got for me at the hospital. I just hope all goes well while I'm here.