It's been almost a year since Tate left me. I still can't believe he left me all by myself, knowing I have no one but Moira. Moira doesn't even talk to me that much. She only talks to me when I go downstairs, and that's not often. It's been about three years since my parents died. My mom by giving birth to the twins. And my dad, murdered by being hung by a rope by Hayden and her two other friends, Fiona and Dallas. They hung him to make it look like it was suicide. But luckily my parents went to the other side of the spirit realm, and left me here alone in the human world, which I like to call 'Hell'.
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I flop on my bed, close my eyes, and sigh. I turn over to my nightstand and I see my iPod just sitting there, looking lonely as ever. I pick it up, connect my earphones and blast Nirvana. … A jolt goes through my body; I fell asleep, but I was awakened by a commotion I thought I heard downstairs, so I go check it out to see what happened. I skipped down the stairs. "Moira...? Moira..?" I walked into the living room and I see Moira and a strange, unfamiliar man having sex on the couch. They both instinctively quick turned their heads towards me. "God dammit Moira. Can you get a room? Or at least be more fucking quiet? I was trying sleep." "Hey, crabby pants." I rolled my eyes, remembering my dad call me that the first day at the new house. I walk out of the living room and drag my feet as I go upstairs. I yawned and blinked my eyes a few times, I was getting tired again.
