heyy im back with a new story! sorry about the other one. i really wanted to do it but i just couldn't. i hope you like this one. with all luv, safia.
BPOV
I went to the bathroom to wash up. I was on a plane to Forks. Its a small town in Washington. I'm moving there to live with my dad becuase my mom got remarried and her husband Phill moves around too much. She used to stay with me, but I know she missed him, so I dicided to spend some time with Charlie, my dad.
I splashed some water on my face, when I looked up in the mirror what I saw wasn't me. It was someone else, she had just died. Her long dark hair was everywhere. Her body covered in scars, her light pink dress was drenched in blood. I backed away slighty, startled. She reached out to me coming out of the mirror. I backed up against the wall, she was only inches from me. She started speaking but I didnt understand her language. Her deep blue eyes burned into mine and she came closer. I threw my hands over my face and waited.
When she grabed my hand the vision came to me. Her name was Venessa and she had a loving family, mom, dad two sisters, and a brother. But in a terrible accident that was all taken away from her. It had been dark that night, her mother asked her to take out the trash. As she went to the dumpster a car came out of nowhere. The driver was drunk and totally messed up. He hit her crashing her in the wall and doing it more than once. Soon after she died at the spot.
When I opend my eyes I was left alone. I looked down at the mark of her hand it burned just like all the others and will never stop or go away. This wasn't the first time. Whenever someone dies a terrible death no matter where they always come to me. To show me what happend to them. Marks like this always coverd my body and the burning in them doesn't ever leave.
I came out of the bathroom and went back to my seat. The piloit anounced that we will be arriving in 7 minuets. I looked out my window and saw the little airport of Port Angles. I really hate Forks, the people love to gossip and it rains most days. I dont like the cold or the wet. I used to live with my mom in Pheonix, Arizona. Its always hot and sunny there.
"Hey there kiddo!" my dad greated me. Giving me an awkward hug. "Hi dad" I said back. I wasn't allowed to call him Charlie to his face. We walked out to the car and I put my bags in the car. It was mostly quiet because we were both shy people. It was only an hour ride to Forks, I mostly stared out the window. It was beautiful, all the green. But a little too much for my liking.
When we got home there was a old Chevy truck in the driveway. "Thats for you" Charlie said. "I got it as a homecoming gift" It was a faded red and really old, but I loved it. It was just right for me. "Thanks dad its great"
Charlie left me alone to unpack. I liked that, I hated being watched. When i went down for dinner I found out that Charlie couldn't cook at all. I would do it from now on. I have to start school tomorrow. I would be the new kid, the freak. I shuddered and fell asleep.
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