It was all my fault. Everything was my fault. Maybe if I was more careful this wouldn't have happened, maybe if I hadn't glanced down at my phone all this could of been avoided, but it happened all so fast. I swear I never saw it cross the road. When I did, it was too late.

All I remembered was swerving off the road, the sound of metal crunching and twisting, the hiss the airbag made when it ejected, the pain. Than nothing. Waking up in the hospital groggy and confused the next day. Apparently I was lucky to survive the crash, my dad told me it took an hour to drag me out the car. The car was beyond totaled, the sides and roof top was caved in and half of the trunk almost torn off. Surprisingly, the car didn't catch fire.

After the surgery to fix a broken femur bone in my left leg. I only had to stay a few more days. Once I was home I did nothing but sleep. Avoiding all mirrors or anything that would show me my reflection for three months. Since the accident I looked in the mirror twice, four long scars stretched from the left side of my neck and down to my shoulder caused by the window-shield shattering. My left leg wasn't so bad, After the surgery a ten inch pink looking scar was left and there was the permanent limp that I now had.

The medical bills were through the roof, mom had to take up a second job as a waitress and dad stayed late at the office everyday. That's when the fighting began. They would fight late at night, thinking I was asleep and couldn't hear them. They fought over the medical bills, house bills, even to putting food on the table.

It got better after a few months. There was no more fighting in the middle of the night. I could no longer hear mom crying after dad would storm out after one of their bigger arguments. The bills were being easier to take care of, I was even able to walk without the help of crutches. Everything seemed to be going back to normal again, or so I thought.

Six months after the accident mom was taking me to physical therapy, everything went fine, did a few new leg stretches so my leg wouldn't bother me so much when I walked and even got a free latte from my instructor. Everything was going like it normally would. Until we got home. Instead of dad greeting us at the door there was a small yellow sticky note on the door. I'm sorry. That's all it said.

His stuff was all gone. His clothes, his computer, his toothbrush. Everything. Gone. Mom got the divorce papers in the mail a week later. She signed them and sent them right back to where they came from. She didn't cry, not once. She acted like it didn't bother her one bit. But I could tell it was killing her inside. Dark bags grew under her eyes, her green eyes that used to look so bright were dull almost lifeless. Her voice wasn't as sweet sounding as it used to be, she looked worn and tiered. All I could think about was this wouldn't have happened if i wasn't so careless.

Mom sold the house not long after, instead of living in L.A we were going to live in Beacon Hills, apparently mom had a brother in Beacon Hills and rent was more reasonable there. A fresh start. Something we both needed.

Well, there's Chapter One! Although it isn't much, things will get better in Chapters to-come, and will definitely be longer. Hope everyone likes it! Please, please leave me some feed back :) I want to know what everyone thinks.

Till next time my lovelies!

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